[{"id":19790453,"name":"Pierre & Natasha","trackName":"Pierre & Natasha","artistName":"Dave Malloy","albumName":"Natasha, Pierre & the Great Comet of 1812","duration":470.691701,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"PIERRE\nNatasha was standing\nIn the middle of the drawing room\nWith a pale yet steady face\nWhen I appeared in the doorway\nShe grew flustered and I hurried to her\nI thought that she would give me her hand\nBut instead she stopped\nBreathing heavily\nHer thin arms hanging lifelessly\nJust in the very pose\nShe used to stand in as a young girl\nWhen she went to the middle of the ballroom to sing\nBut the look on her face was quite different\n\nNATASHA\nPeter Kirilovich -\n\nPIERRE\nPierre\n\nNATASHA\nPrince Bolkonsky was your friend -\nHe is your friend\nHe once told me that I should turn to you\n\nPIERRE\nPierre sniffed as he looked at her, but he didn't speak\nTill then he had reproached her, and tried to despise her\nBut now he felt such pity for her\nThat there was no room in his soul for reproach\n\nNATASHA\nHe is here now\nTell him to – tell him to forgive me\n\nPIERRE\nYes, I will tell him to forgive you\nBut, he gave me your letters-\n\nNATASHA\nNo, I know that all is over\nI know that it never can be\nBut still I'm tormented by the wrongs I've done him\nTell him that I beg him to forgive, forgive\nForgive me for everything\n\nPIERRE\nYes I will tell him, tell him everything\nBut-\nBut I should like to know one thing\nDid you love-\nDid you love that bad man?\n\nNATASHA\nDon't call him bad\nBut I don't know, I don't know at all\n\nPIERRE\nShe began to cry\nAnd a greater sense of pity, tenderness, and love overflowed Pierre's heart\nHe felt the tears begin to trickle underneath his spectacles\nAnd he hoped that no one would see\n\nWe won't speak of it anymore\nWe won't speak of it, my dear\nBut one thing I beg of you, consider me your friend\nAnd if you ever need help, or simply to open your heart to someone\nNot now, but your mind is clear\nThink of me-\n\nPierre grew confused\n\nNATASHA\nDon't speak to me like that\nI am not worth it!\n\nPIERRE\nStop, stop, stop!\n\nYou have your whole life before you-\n\nNATASHA\nBefore me? No, all is over for me!\n\nPIERRE\nAll over?\n\n(Music stops)\n\nIf I were not myself,\nBut the brightest, handsomest,\nBest man on earth,\nAnd if I were free-\nI would get down on my knees this minute\nAnd ask you for your hand\nAnd for your love.\n\n(Music resumes)\n\nNATASHA\nAnd for the first time in many days\nI weep tears of gratitude\nTears of tenderness\nTears of thanks\nAnd glancing at Pierre\nO Pierre\nI leave the room smiling\n\nPIERRE\nAnd restraining tears of tenderness\nTears of joy that choke me\nI throw my fur coat on my shoulders\nUnable to find the sleeves\n\nOutside, my great broad chest\nBreathes in deep the air with joy\nDespite the ten degrees of frost\n\nAnd I get my sleigh","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.01] PIERRE\n[00:11.93] Natasha was standing\n[00:12.87] In the middle of the drawing room\n[00:14.65] With a pale yet steady face\n[00:20.12] When I appeared in the doorway\n[00:22.82] She grew flustered and I hurried to her\n[00:25.58] I thought that she would give me her hand\n[00:30.09] But instead she stopped\n[00:32.70] Breathing heavily\n[00:35.43] Her thin arms hanging lifelessly\n[00:40.86] Just in the very pose\n[00:43.56] She used to stand in as a young girl\n[00:46.29] When she went to the middle of the ballroom to sing\n[00:51.72] But the look on her face was quite different\n[00:56.28] NATASHA\n[00:57.18] Peter Kirilovich -\n[01:02.56] PIERRE\n[01:03.43] Pierre\n[01:07.43] NATASHA\n[01:08.35] Prince Bolkonsky was your friend -\n[01:10.17] He is your friend\n[01:13.75] He once told me that I should turn to you\n[01:16.49] PIERRE\n[01:17.38] Pierre sniffed as he looked at her, but he didn't speak\n[01:23.73] Till then he had reproached her, and tried to despise her\n[01:28.26] But now he felt such pity for her\n[01:34.50] That there was no room in his soul for reproach\n[01:39.97] NATASHA\n[01:40.88] He is here now\n[01:41.71] Tell him to – tell him to forgive me\n[01:48.07] PIERRE\n[01:48.90] Yes, I will tell him to forgive you\n[01:50.75] But, he gave me your letters-\n[01:53.44] NATASHA\n[01:54.35] No, I know that all is over\n[01:59.87] I know that it never can be\n[02:05.27] But still I'm tormented by the wrongs I've done him\n[02:10.65] Tell him that I beg him to forgive, forgive\n[02:16.07] Forgive me for everything\n[02:23.27] PIERRE\n[02:24.18] Yes I will tell him, tell him everything\n[02:25.93] But-\n[02:27.73] But I should like to know one thing\n[02:34.18] Did you love-\n[02:37.76] Did you love that bad man?\n[02:40.42] NATASHA\n[02:41.37] Don't call him bad\n[02:47.62] But I don't know, I don't know at all\n[02:53.96] PIERRE\n[02:54.80] She began to cry\n[03:00.27] And a greater sense of pity, tenderness, and love overflowed Pierre's heart\n[03:10.23] He felt the tears begin to trickle underneath his spectacles\n[03:15.66] And he hoped that no one would see\n[03:23.76] We won't speak of it anymore\n[03:26.41] We won't speak of it, my dear\n[03:31.89] But one thing I beg of you, consider me your friend\n[03:37.33] And if you ever need help, or simply to open your heart to someone\n[03:41.82] Not now, but your mind is clear\n[03:47.27] Think of me-\n[03:51.72] Pierre grew confused\n[03:53.53] NATASHA\n[04:00.34] Don't speak to me like that\n[04:02.13] I am not worth it!\n[04:04.89] PIERRE\n[04:05.79] Stop, stop, stop!\n[04:10.39] You have your whole life before you-\n[04:14.86] NATASHA\n[04:16.66] Before me? No, all is over for me!\n[04:22.93] PIERRE\n[04:23.85] All over?\n[04:33.34] (Music stops)\n[04:34.32] If I were not myself,\n[04:37.97] But the brightest, handsomest,\n[04:45.18] Best man on earth,\n[04:50.50] And if I were free-\n[04:55.04] I would get down on my knees this minute\n[04:59.50] And ask you for your hand\n[05:04.08] And for your love.\n[05:08.66] (Music resumes)\n[05:14.97] NATASHA\n[05:17.67] And for the first time in many days\n[05:20.34] I weep tears of gratitude\n[05:23.00] Tears of tenderness\n[05:25.73] Tears of thanks\n[05:31.10] And glancing at Pierre\n[05:38.42] O Pierre\n[05:51.93] I leave the room smiling\n[05:59.14] PIERRE\n[06:04.34] And restraining tears of tenderness\n[06:07.11] Tears of joy that choke me\n[06:09.86] I throw my fur coat on my shoulders\n[06:14.38] Unable to find the sleeves\n[06:17.96] Outside, my great broad chest\n[06:24.29] Breathes in deep the air with joy\n[06:30.57] Despite the ten degrees of frost\n[06:35.95] And I get my 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No, all is over for me!\n\n PIERRE\n All over?\n\n (Music stops)\n\n If I were not myself,\n But the brightest, handsomest,\n Best man on earth,\n And if I were free-\n I would get down on my knees this minute\n And ask you for your hand\n And for your love.\n\n (Music resumes)\n\n NATASHA\n And for the first time in many days\n I weep tears of gratitude\n Tears of tenderness\n Tears of thanks\n And glancing at Pierre\n O Pierre\n I leave the room smiling\n\n PIERRE\n And restraining tears of tenderness\n Tears of joy that choke me\n I throw my fur coat on my shoulders\n Unable to find the sleeves\n\n Outside, my great broad chest\n Breathes in deep the air with joy\n Despite the ten degrees of frost\n\n And I get my sleigh\n"},{"id":10929574,"name":"Pierre & Natasha","trackName":"Pierre & Natasha","artistName":"Dave Malloy","albumName":"Natasha, Pierre & the Great Comet of 1812","duration":404.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"PIERRE\nNatasha was standing\nIn the middle of the drawing room\nWith a pale yet steady face\nWhen I appeared in the doorway\nShe grew flustered and I hurried to her\nI thought that she would give me her hand\nBut instead she stopped\nBreathing heavily\nHer thin arms hanging lifelessly\nJust in the very pose\nShe used to stand in as a young girl\nWhen she went to the middle of the ballroom to sing\nBut the look on her face was quite different\n\nNATASHA\nPeter Kirilovich -\n\nPIERRE\nPierre\n\nNATASHA\nPrince Bolkonsky was your friend -\nHe is your friend\nHe once told me that I should turn to you\n\nPIERRE\nPierre sniffed as he looked at her, but he didn't speak\nTill then he had reproached her, and tried to despise her\nBut now he felt such pity for her\nThat there was no room in his soul for reproach\n\nNATASHA\nHe is here now\nTell him to – tell him to forgive me\n\nPIERRE\nYes, I will tell him to forgive you\nBut, he gave me your letters-\n\nNATASHA\nNo, I know that all is over\nI know that it never can be\nBut still I'm tormented by the wrongs I've done him\nTell him that I beg him to forgive, forgive\nForgive me for everything\n\nPIERRE\nYes I will tell him, tell him everything\nBut-\nBut I should like to know one thing\nDid you love-\nDid you love that bad man?\n\nNATASHA\nDon't call him bad\nBut I don't know, I don't know at all\n\nPIERRE\nShe began to cry\nAnd a greater sense of pity, tenderness, and love overflowed Pierre's heart\nHe felt the tears begin to trickle underneath his spectacles\nAnd he hoped that no one would see\n\nWe won't speak of it anymore\nWe won't speak of it, my dear\nBut one thing I beg of you, consider me your friend\nAnd if you ever need help, or simply to open your heart to someone\nNot now, but your mind is clear\nThink of me-\n\nPierre grew confused\n\nNATASHA\nDon't speak to me like that\nI am not worth it!\n\nPIERRE\nStop, stop, stop!\n\nYou have your whole life before you-\n\nNATASHA\nBefore me? No, all is over for me!\n\nPIERRE\nAll over?\n\n(Music stops)\n\nIf I were not myself,\nBut the brightest, handsomest,\nBest man on earth,\nAnd if I were free-\nI would get down on my knees this minute\nAnd ask you for your hand\nAnd for your love.\n\n(Music resumes)\n\nNATASHA\nAnd for the first time in many days\nI weep tears of gratitude\nTears of tenderness\nTears of thanks\nAnd glancing at Pierre\nO Pierre\nI leave the room smiling\n\nPIERRE\nAnd restraining tears of tenderness\nTears of joy that choke me\nI throw my fur coat on my shoulders\nUnable to find the sleeves\n\nOutside, my great broad chest\nBreathes in deep the air with joy\nDespite the ten degrees of frost\n\nAnd I get my sleigh","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.02] PIERRE\n[00:10.43] Natasha was standing\n[00:12.98] In the middle of the drawing room\n[00:15.47] With a pale yet steady face\n[00:20.75] When I appeared in the doorway\n[00:23.19] She grew flustered and I hurried to her\n[00:26.23] I thought that she would give me her hand\n[00:30.37] But instead she stopped\n[00:33.36] Breathing heavily\n[00:36.35] Her thin arms hanging lifelessly\n[00:41.93] Just in the very pose\n[00:43.65] She used to stand in as a young girl\n[00:46.64] When she went to the middle of the ballroom to sing\n[00:51.70] But the look on her face was quite different\n[00:55.56] NATASHA\n[00:57.67] Peter Kirilovich -\n[01:03.11] PIERRE\n[01:04.18] Pierre\n[01:04.25] NATASHA\n[01:08.31] Prince Bolkonsky was your friend -\n[01:11.73] He is your friend\n[01:13.41] He once told me that I should turn to you\n[01:18.47] PIERRE\n[01:18.69] Pierre sniffed as he looked at her, but he didn't speak\n[01:23.99] Till then he had reproached her, and tried to despise her\n[01:29.09] But now he felt such pity for her\n[01:31.82] That there was no room in his soul for reproach\n[01:40.13] NATASHA\n[01:40.28] He is here now\n[01:43.95] Tell him to – tell him to forgive me\n[01:49.44] PIERRE\n[01:49.50] Yes, I will tell him to forgive you\n[01:52.39] But, he gave me your letters-\n[01:54.12] NATASHA\n[01:54.58] No, I know that all is over\n[02:00.35] I know that it never can be\n[02:05.52] But still I'm tormented by the wrongs I've done him\n[02:10.92] Tell him that I beg him to forgive, forgive\n[02:16.32] Forgive me for everything\n[02:21.79] PIERRE\n[02:23.07] Yes I will tell him, tell him everything\n[02:26.85] But-\n[02:29.75] But I should like to know one thing\n[02:34.12] Did you love-\n[02:37.85] Did you love that bad man?\n[02:40.00] NATASHA\n[02:40.68] Don't call him bad\n[02:47.56] But I don't know, I don't know at all\n[02:55.48] PIERRE\n[02:55.54] She began to cry\n[03:00.58] And a greater sense of pity, tenderness, and love overflowed Pierre's heart\n[03:10.72] He felt the tears begin to trickle underneath his spectacles\n[03:16.15] And he hoped that no one would see\n[03:22.56] We won't speak of it anymore\n[03:26.41] We won't speak of it, my dear\n[03:32.45] But one thing I beg of you, consider me your friend\n[03:37.15] And if you ever need help, or simply to open your heart to someone\n[03:42.03] Not now, but your mind is clear\n[03:46.88] Think of me-\n[03:51.24] Pierre grew confused\n[03:54.09] NATASHA\n[03:59.62] Don't speak to me like that\n[04:03.24] I am not worth it!\n[04:04.98] PIERRE\n[04:05.15] Stop, stop, stop!\n[04:11.13] You have your whole life before you-\n[04:14.53] NATASHA\n[04:16.38] Before me? No, all is over for me!\n[04:23.05] PIERRE\n[04:24.06] All over?\n[04:25.27] (Music stops)\n[04:36.03] If I were not myself,\n[04:38.32] But the brightest, handsomest,\n[04:45.51] Best man on earth,\n[04:49.94] And if I were free-\n[04:54.66] I would get down on my knees this minute\n[04:59.32] And ask you for your hand\n[05:03.22] And for your love.\n[05:17.73] (Music resumes)\n[05:17.73] NATASHA\n[05:17.97] And for the first time in many days\n[05:20.52] I weep tears of gratitude\n[05:24.04] Tears of tenderness\n[05:26.53] Tears of thanks\n[05:31.48] And glancing at Pierre\n[05:38.55] O Pierre\n[05:51.99] I leave the room smiling\n[05:55.14] PIERRE\n[06:04.59] And restraining tears of tenderness\n[06:07.27] Tears of joy that choke me\n[06:10.28] I throw my fur coat on my shoulders\n[06:14.08] Unable to find the sleeves\n[06:17.80] Outside, my great broad chest\n[06:24.13] Breathes in deep the air with joy\n[06:30.87] Despite the ten degrees of frost\n[06:36.16] And I get my 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No, all is over for me!\n[04:22.93] PIERRE\n[04:23.85] All over?\n[04:33.34] (Music stops)\n[04:34.32] If I were not myself,\n[04:37.97] But the brightest, handsomest,\n[04:45.18] Best man on earth,\n[04:50.50] And if I were free-\n[04:55.04] I would get down on my knees this minute\n[04:59.50] And ask you for your hand\n[05:04.08] And for your love.\n[05:08.66] (Music resumes)\n[05:14.97] NATASHA\n[05:17.67] And for the first time in many days\n[05:20.34] I weep tears of gratitude\n[05:23.00] Tears of tenderness\n[05:25.73] Tears of thanks\n[05:31.10] And glancing at Pierre\n[05:38.42] O Pierre\n[05:51.93] I leave the room smiling\n[05:59.14] PIERRE\n[06:04.34] And restraining tears of tenderness\n[06:07.11] Tears of joy that choke me\n[06:09.86] I throw my fur coat on my shoulders\n[06:14.38] Unable to find the sleeves\n[06:17.96] Outside, my great broad chest\n[06:24.29] Breathes in deep the air with joy\n[06:30.57] Despite the ten degrees of frost\n[06:35.95] And I get my 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Our merry feasting crank\nOur most dear, most kind, most smart and eccentric\nA warm-hearted Russian of the old school\nHis purse is always empty\nCuz it's open to all\nO Pierre\nJust one of a hundred sad old men\nLiving out their final days in Moscow\n\nPIERRE\nI drink too much\nRight now, my friend fights and bleeds\nAnd I sit at home and read\nHours at a time\nHours at my screen\nAnything, anything\nAbandoned to distraction\nIn order to forget\nWe waste our lives\nDrowning in wine\n\nI never thought that I'd end up like this\nI used to better\n\nAnd the women they all pity me\nCuz I'm married\nBut not in love\nFrozen at the center\n\nWOMEN\nIl est charmant; il n'a pas de sexe\nHe is charming; he has no sex\n\nO Pierre! Our merry feasting crank\nOur most dear, most kind, most smart and eccentric\nA warm-hearted Russian of the old school\nHIs purse is always empty\nCuz it's open to all\nO Pierre\nJust one of a hundred sad old men\nLiving out their final days in Moscow\n\nPIERRE\nThere's a ringing in my head\nThere's a sickness in the world\nAnd everyone knows\nBut pretends that they don't see\n\"Oh, I'll sort it out later\"\nBut later never comes\n\nPIERRE & MEN\nAnd how many men before\nGood Russian men\nBelieving in goodness and truth\n\nPIERRE\nEntered that door\nWith all their teeth and hair\nAnd left it toothless and bald\n\nYou empty and stupid\nContented fellows\nSatisfied with your place\nI'm different from you\nI'm different from you\nI still want to do something\n\nOr do you struggle too?\nI pity you, I pity me, I pity you\nI pity you, I pity me, I pity you\n\nAh ...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Pierre\n artist: Dave Malloy\n album: Natasha, Pierre & the Great Comet of 1812\n duration_ms: 244947\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n PIERRE\n It's dawned on me suddenly\n And for no obvious reason\n That I can't go on\n Living as I am\n\n The zest of life has vanished\n Only the skeleton remains\n Unexpectedly vile\n I used to be better\n\n O Pierre! Our merry feasting crank\n Our most dear, most kind, most smart and eccentric\n A warm-hearted Russian of the old school\n His purse is always empty\n Cuz it's open to all\n O Pierre\n Just one of a hundred sad old men\n Living out their final days in Moscow\n\n PIERRE\n I drink too much\n Right now, my friend fights and bleeds\n And I sit at home and read\n Hours at a time\n Hours at my screen\n Anything, anything\n Abandoned to distraction\n In order to forget\n We waste our lives\n Drowning in wine\n\n I never thought that I'd end up like this\n I used to better\n\n And the women they all pity me\n Cuz I'm married\n But not in love\n Frozen at the center\n\n WOMEN\n Il est charmant; il n'a pas de sexe\n He is charming; he has no sex\n\n O Pierre! Our merry feasting crank\n Our most dear, most kind, most smart and eccentric\n A warm-hearted Russian of the old school\n HIs purse is always empty\n Cuz it's open to all\n O Pierre\n Just one of a hundred sad old men\n Living out their final days in Moscow\n\n PIERRE\n There's a ringing in my head\n There's a sickness in the world\n And everyone knows\n But pretends that they don't see\n \"Oh, I'll sort it out later\"\n But later never comes\n\n PIERRE & MEN\n And how many men before\n Good Russian men\n Believing in goodness and truth\n\n PIERRE\n Entered that door\n With all their teeth and hair\n And left it toothless and bald\n\n You empty and stupid\n Contented fellows\n Satisfied with your place\n I'm different from you\n I'm different from you\n I still want to do something\n\n Or do you struggle too?\n I pity you, I pity me, I pity you\n I pity you, I pity me, I pity you\n\n Ah ...\n"},{"id":10929569,"name":"Pierre","trackName":"Pierre","artistName":"Dave Malloy","albumName":"Natasha, Pierre & the Great Comet of 1812","duration":255.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"PIERRE\nIt's dawned on me suddenly\nAnd for no obvious reason\nThat I can't go on\nLiving as I am\n\nThe zest of life has vanished\nOnly the skeleton remains\nUnexpectedly vile\nI used to be better\n\nO Pierre! Our merry feasting crank\nOur most dear, most kind, most smart and eccentric\nA warm-hearted Russian of the old school\nHis purse is always empty\nCuz it's open to all\nO Pierre\nJust one of a hundred sad old men\nLiving out their final days in Moscow\n\nPIERRE\nI drink too much\nRight now, my friend fights and bleeds\nAnd I sit at home and read\nHours at a time\nHours at my screen\nAnything, anything\nAbandoned to distraction\nIn order to forget\nWe waste our lives\nDrowning in wine\n\nI never thought that I'd end up like this\nI used to better\n\nAnd the women they all pity me\nCuz I'm married\nBut not in love\nFrozen at the center\n\nWOMEN\nIl est charmant; il n'a pas de sexe\nHe is charming; he has no sex\n\nO Pierre! Our merry feasting crank\nOur most dear, most kind, most smart and eccentric\nA warm-hearted Russian of the old school\nHIs purse is always empty\nCuz it's open to all\nO Pierre\nJust one of a hundred sad old men\nLiving out their final days in Moscow\n\nPIERRE\nThere's a ringing in my head\nThere's a sickness in the world\nAnd everyone knows\nBut pretends that they don't see\n\"Oh, I'll sort it out later\"\nBut later never comes\n\nPIERRE & MEN\nAnd how many men before\nGood Russian men\nBelieving in goodness and truth\n\nPIERRE\nEntered that door\nWith all their teeth and hair\nAnd left it toothless and bald\n\nYou empty and stupid\nContented fellows\nSatisfied with your place\nI'm different from you\nI'm different from you\nI still want to do something\n\nOr do you struggle too?\nI pity you, I pity me, I pity you\nI pity you, I pity me, I pity you\n\nAh ...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Pierre\n artist: Dave Malloy\n album: Natasha, Pierre & the Great Comet of 1812\n duration_ms: 255000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n PIERRE\n It's dawned on me suddenly\n And for no obvious reason\n That I can't go on\n Living as I am\n\n The zest of life has vanished\n Only the skeleton remains\n Unexpectedly vile\n I used to be better\n\n O Pierre! Our merry feasting crank\n Our most dear, most kind, most smart and eccentric\n A warm-hearted Russian of the old school\n His purse is always empty\n Cuz it's open to all\n O Pierre\n Just one of a hundred sad old men\n Living out their final days in Moscow\n\n PIERRE\n I drink too much\n Right now, my friend fights and bleeds\n And I sit at home and read\n Hours at a time\n Hours at my screen\n Anything, anything\n Abandoned to distraction\n In order to forget\n We waste our lives\n Drowning in wine\n\n I never thought that I'd end up like this\n I used to better\n\n And the women they all pity me\n Cuz I'm married\n But not in love\n Frozen at the center\n\n WOMEN\n Il est charmant; il n'a pas de sexe\n He is charming; he has no sex\n\n O Pierre! Our merry feasting crank\n Our most dear, most kind, most smart and eccentric\n A warm-hearted Russian of the old school\n HIs purse is always empty\n Cuz it's open to all\n O Pierre\n Just one of a hundred sad old men\n Living out their final days in Moscow\n\n PIERRE\n There's a ringing in my head\n There's a sickness in the world\n And everyone knows\n But pretends that they don't see\n \"Oh, I'll sort it out later\"\n But later never comes\n\n PIERRE & MEN\n And how many men before\n Good Russian men\n Believing in goodness and truth\n\n PIERRE\n Entered that door\n With all their teeth and hair\n And left it toothless and bald\n\n You empty and stupid\n Contented fellows\n Satisfied with your place\n I'm different from you\n I'm different from you\n I still want to do something\n\n Or do you struggle too?\n I pity you, I pity me, I pity you\n I pity you, I pity me, I pity you\n\n Ah ...\n"},{"id":29863208,"name":"Sonya & Natasha","trackName":"Sonya & Natasha","artistName":"Dave Malloy","albumName":"Natasha, Pierre & the Great Comet of 1812","duration":267.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"How was it I noticed nothing?\nHow could it go so far?\nIt can't be that she loves him\nIt can't be\nNatasha\n\nSonya, you're back\nAnd with the tender resolve that\noften comes at the moment of awakening\nI embraced my friend\nBut noticing Sonya's look of embarrassment\nMy face expressed confusion\nAnd suspicion\nSonya, you've read the letter?\n\nYes\n\nOh Sonya, I'm glad,\nI can't hide it any longer!\nNow you know, we love one another!\nOh Sonya, he writes, he writes\nHe writes, he writes, he writes\n\nAnd Andrey?\n\nOh Sonya, if you only knew how happy I am!\nYou don't know what love is\n\nBut Natasha, can that all be over?\n\nI do not grasp the question\n\nAre you refusing Prince Andrey?\n\nOh, you don't understand anything!\nDon't talk nonsense, just listen\n\nBut I can't believe it, I don't understand\nHow you loved one man a whole year\nAnd suddenly -\nYou've only known him three days!\nNatasha, you're joking!\n\nThree days?\nIt seems to me I've loved him a hundred years\nIt seems to me that I've never loved anyone before\nSonya, wait a bit, sit here\n\nI had heard that it happens like this\nAnd you must have heard it too\nBut it's only now\nThat I feel such love\nIt's not the same as before\nHe's my master and I am his slave\nWhat can I do?\nSonya, what can I do?\nI'm so happy\nAnd so frightened\nWhy can't you understand?\nI love him!\n\nThen I won't let it come to that\nI shall tell!\nBursting into tears\n\nWhat do you mean?\nFor God's sake\nIf you tell, you are my enemy!\nYou want me to be miserable\nYou want to tear us apart\nFor God's sake, Sonya, don't tell anyone\nDon't torture me\nI have confided in you\n\nWhat has happened between you?\nWhat has he said to you?\nWhy doesn't he come to the house and openly ask for you hand?\nWhy this secrecy?\nHave you thought what his secret reasons may be?\n\nI don't know what 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morning\n\nAll our misunderstandings are at an end\nForget everything and forgive me\nBut I can't be Andrey's wife","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.07] How was it I noticed nothing?\n[00:09.05] How could it go so far?\n[00:13.09] It can't be that she loves him\n[00:15.08] It can't be\n[00:17.03] Natasha\n[00:18.06] Sonya, you're back\n[00:21.00] And with the tender resolve that\n[00:24.07] often comes at the moment of awakening\n[00:27.08] I embraced my friend\n[00:30.01] But noticing Sonya's look of embarrassment\n[00:35.07] My face expressed confusion\n[00:38.00] And suspicion\n[00:40.05] Sonya, you've read the letter?\n[00:42.04] Yes\n[00:43.05] Oh Sonya, I'm glad,\n[00:44.07] I can't hide it any longer!\n[00:46.07] Now you know, we love one another!\n[00:49.04] Oh Sonya, he writes, he writes\n[00:52.07] He writes, he writes, he writes\n[00:56.07] And Andrey?\n[00:57.08] Oh Sonya, if you only knew how happy I am!\n[01:00.03] You don't know what love is\n[01:02.03] But Natasha, can that all be over?\n[01:05.08] I do not grasp the question\n[01:06.06] Are you refusing Prince Andrey?\n[01:10.02] Oh, you don't understand anything!\n[01:11.07] Don't talk nonsense, just listen\n[01:13.02] But I can't believe it, I don't understand\n[01:16.06] How you loved one man a whole year\n[01:18.00] And suddenly -\n[01:18.07] You've only known him three days!\n[01:20.03] Natasha, you're joking!\n[01:22.06] Three days?\n[01:25.06] It seems to me I've loved him a hundred years\n[01:29.01] It seems to me that I've never loved anyone before\n[01:35.09] Sonya, wait a bit, sit here\n[01:40.03] I had heard that it happens like this\n[01:45.02] And you must have heard it too\n[01:49.07] But it's only now\n[01:52.02] That I feel such love\n[01:54.03] It's not the same as before\n[01:57.04] He's my master and I am his slave\n[02:00.03] What can I do?\n[02:02.09] Sonya, what can I do?\n[02:04.09] I'm so happy\n[02:09.09] And so frightened\n[02:13.06] Why can't you understand?\n[02:16.06] I love him!\n[02:17.03] Then I won't let it come to that\n[02:20.04] I shall tell!\n[02:22.04] Bursting into tears\n[02:29.02] What do you mean?\n[02:30.07] For God's sake\n[02:31.08] If you tell, you are my enemy!\n[02:32.00] You want me to be miserable\n[02:34.04] You want to tear us apart\n[02:35.00] For God's sake, Sonya, don't tell anyone\n[02:37.07] Don't torture me\n[02:38.06] I have confided in you\n[02:41.07] What has happened between you?\n[02:43.07] What has he said to you?\n[02:45.03] Why doesn't he come to the house and openly ask for you hand?\n[02:51.00] Why this secrecy?\n[02:52.03] Have you thought what his secret reasons may be?\n[02:55.00] I don't know what the reasons are\n[02:57.02] But there must be reasons!\n[02:58.03] Sonya, one can't doubt him!\n[03:01.04] One can't, one can't!\n[03:02.04] Don't you understand?\n[03:03.01] Does he love you?\n[03:05.06] Does he love me?\n[03:06.08] Why, you've read his letter\n[03:08.06] You've seen him\n[03:10.09] I can't live without him\n[03:12.07] Natasha, think of our family\n[03:14.05] And think of Prince Andrey\n[03:16.08] Andrey said I was free to refuse him\n[03:19.04] But you haven't refused him\n[03:21.02] Or have you?\n[03:22.02] Perhaps I have\n[03:24.08] Perhaps all is over between me and Bolkonsky\n[03:27.07] Would you think so badly of me?\n[03:31.04] I won't succumb to your tender tone Natasha\n[03:33.06] I don't trust him, Natasha!\n[03:35.05] I'm afraid for you, Natasha!\n[03:37.04] Afraid you are going to your ruin\n[03:40.00] Then I'll go to my ruin\n[03:41.06] Yes I will, as soon as possible!\n[03:43.01] But it's not your business!\n[03:45.07] It won't be you, it'll be me, who'll suffer\n[03:47.03] Leave me alone, yes leave me alone!\n[03:49.08] I hate you Sonya!\n[03:51.01] I hate you Sonya!\n[03:52.04] I hate you, I hate you!\n[03:54.02] You're my enemy forever!\n[03:56.01] I burst into sobs\n[04:01.06] And without a moment's reflection\n[04:03.06] I wrote the answer to Princess 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love\n It's not the same as before\n He's my master and I am his slave\n What can I do?\n Sonya, what can I do?\n I'm so happy\n And so frightened\n Why can't you understand?\n I love him!\n\n Then I won't let it come to that\n I shall tell!\n Bursting into tears\n\n What do you mean?\n For God's sake\n If you tell, you are my enemy!\n You want me to be miserable\n You want to tear us apart\n For God's sake, Sonya, don't tell anyone\n Don't torture me\n I have confided in you\n\n What has happened between you?\n What has he said to you?\n Why doesn't he come to the house and openly ask for you hand?\n Why this secrecy?\n Have you thought what his secret reasons may be?\n\n I don't know what the reasons are\n But there must be reasons!\n Sonya, one can't doubt him!\n One can't, one can't!\n Don't you understand?\n\n Does he love you?\n\n Does he love me?\n Why, you've read his letter\n You've seen him\n I can't live without him\n\n Natasha, think of our family\n And think of Prince Andrey\n\n Andrey said I was free to refuse him\n\n But you haven't refused him\n Or have you?\n\n Perhaps I have\n Perhaps all is over between me and Bolkonsky\n Would you think so badly of me?\n\n I won't succumb to your tender tone Natasha\n I don't trust him, Natasha!\n I'm afraid for you, Natasha!\n Afraid you are going to your ruin\n\n Then I'll go to my ruin\n Yes I will, as soon as possible!\n But it's not your business!\n It won't be you, it'll be me, who'll suffer\n Leave me alone, yes leave me alone!\n I hate you Sonya!\n I hate you Sonya!\n I hate you, I hate you!\n You're my enemy forever!\n\n I burst into sobs\n\n And without a moment's reflection\n I wrote the answer to Princess Mary\n I'd been unable to write all morning\n\n All our misunderstandings are at an end\n Forget everything and forgive me\n But I can't be Andrey's wife\n"},{"id":35195075,"name":"Natasha & Bolkonskys","trackName":"Natasha & Bolkonskys","artistName":"Dave Malloy","albumName":"Natasha, Pierre & 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more\n\nConstrained\nAnd strained\nConstrained\nAnd strained\nConstrained\nAnd strained\nIrksome\nIrksome\n\nAh!\nAh, madame\nCountess Rostova, if I am not mistaken\nWhoa!\nOh, I beg you to excuse me\nExcuse me, my costume\nThis dressing gown\nI did not know, my poor girl\nGod as my witness\nI did not know that you had honored us with a visit\nI came in such a costume only to see my daughter\nGod as my witness\nI didn't know, my poor girl\n\nAnd he looked at her once\nHead to toe\nAnd left, muttering\n\nI must take my leave!\n\nPlease wait, dear Natalie\nI want you to know how glad I am my brother has found happiness\n\n\"Is that the truth?\nI think it is not convenient to speak of that now, dear Princess\"\n\nShe said\nWith such dignity and coldness\n\nThough I felt tears choking me\nWhat have I said?\nWhat have I done?\nCrying like a child\nOh, they were so awful\nOh, it all hurts so terribly\nAndrey, where are you?","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.02] I know they like me.\n[00:06.03] They can't help but like me.\n[00:09.04] Everyone has always liked me.\n[00:12.04] His father, My Andrey's father.\n[00:17.01] His sister, My Andrey's sister.\n[00:20.06] There is no reason for them not to like me.\n[00:24.08] Are the Prince and Princess at home?\n[00:29.70] \n[00:32.06] The Prince is not receiving\n[00:36.09] But the Princess begs you to walk up\n[00:41.07] Oh\n[00:44.05] Oh, hello\n[00:47.08] Won't you come in?\n[00:50.04] Hello\n[00:53.77] \n[00:58.02] And from the first glance I do not like Natasha\n[01:04.02] Too fashionably dressed\n[01:06.08] Frivolous and vain\n[01:08.07] Her beauty, youth and happiness\n[01:12.04] My brother's love for her\n[01:15.06] And my father -\n[01:18.05] I do not wish to see her!\n[01:22.04] I know at any moment he might indulge in some freak\n[01:26.00] I'm sorry the Prince is still ailing\n[01:29.06] Songstress!\n[01:30.01] I am not afraid of anyone\n[01:34.07] But such hesitation\n[01:36.03] Such unnatural manners\n[01:39.08] And from the first glance I do not like Princess Mary\n[01:44.01] Too plain and affective\n[01:46.04] Insolent and dry\n[01:48.02] I shrink into myself\n[01:52.01] Assume an offhand air\n[01:55.06] Which alienates me still more\n[01:59.82] \n[02:02.06] Constrained\n[02:06.05] And strained\n[02:10.01] Constrained\n[02:12.07] And strained\n[02:18.02] Constrained\n[02:22.09] And strained\n[02:24.03] Irksome\n[02:26.02] Irksome\n[02:28.07] Ah!\n[02:31.09] Ah, madame\n[02:33.00] Countess Rostova, if I am not mistaken\n[02:36.01] Whoa!\n[02:37.02] Oh, I beg you to excuse me\n[02:40.02] Excuse me, my costume\n[02:42.00] This dressing gown\n[02:43.09] I did not know, my poor girl\n[02:48.06] God as my witness\n[02:49.06] I did not know that you had honored us with a visit\n[02:52.04] I came in such a costume only to see my daughter\n[02:57.01] God as my witness\n[02:59.07] I didn't know, my poor girl\n[03:04.01] And he looked at her once\n[03:08.02] Head to toe\n[03:13.04] And left, muttering\n[03:17.04] I must take my leave!\n[03:20.01] Please wait, dear Natalie\n[03:24.05] I want you to know how glad I am my brother has found happiness\n[03:29.08] \"Is that the truth?\n[03:31.03] I think it is not convenient to speak of that now, dear Princess\"\n[03:37.06] She said\n[03:39.05] With such dignity and coldness\n[03:43.09] Though I felt tears choking me\n[03:47.02] What have I said?\n[03:49.06] What have I done?\n[03:52.07] Crying like a child\n[03:56.05] Oh, they were so awful\n[04:01.06] Oh, it all hurts so terribly\n[04:07.00] Andrey, where are you?\n[04:12.46] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Natasha & Bolkonskys\n artist: Dave Malloy\n album: Natasha, Pierre & the Great Comet of 1812\n duration_ms: 209000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I know they like me.\n start_ms: 4020\n end_ms: 6030\n- text: They can't help but like me.\n start_ms: 6030\n end_ms: 9040\n- text: Everyone has always liked me.\n start_ms: 9040\n end_ms: 12040\n- 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truth?'\n start_ms: 209080\n end_ms: 211030\n- text: I think it is not convenient to speak of that now, dear Princess\"\n start_ms: 211030\n end_ms: 217060\n- text: She said\n start_ms: 217060\n end_ms: 219050\n- text: With such dignity and coldness\n start_ms: 219050\n end_ms: 223090\n- text: Though I felt tears choking me\n start_ms: 223090\n end_ms: 227020\n- text: What have I said?\n start_ms: 227020\n end_ms: 229060\n- text: What have I done?\n start_ms: 229060\n end_ms: 232070\n- text: Crying like a child\n start_ms: 232070\n end_ms: 236050\n- text: Oh, they were so awful\n start_ms: 236050\n end_ms: 241060\n- text: Oh, it all hurts so terribly\n start_ms: 241060\n end_ms: 247000\n- text: Andrey, where are you?\n start_ms: 247000\n end_ms: 252460\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 252460\nplain: |-\n I know they like me.\n They can't help but like me.\n Everyone has always liked me.\n His father, My Andrey's father.\n His sister, My Andrey's sister.\n There is no reason for them not to like me.\n Are the Prince and Princess at home?\n\n The Prince is not receiving\n But the Princess begs you to walk up\n\n Oh\n Oh, hello\n Won't you come in?\n Hello\n\n And from the first glance I do not like Natasha\n Too fashionably dressed\n Frivolous and vain\n Her beauty, youth and happiness\n My brother's love for her\n And my father -\n\n I do not wish to see her!\n\n I know at any moment he might indulge in some freak\n\n I'm sorry the Prince is still ailing\n\n Songstress!\n\n I am not afraid of anyone\n But such hesitation\n Such unnatural manners\n\n And from the first glance I do not like Princess Mary\n Too plain and affective\n Insolent and dry\n I shrink into myself\n Assume an offhand air\n\n Which alienates me still more\n\n Constrained\n And strained\n Constrained\n And strained\n Constrained\n And strained\n Irksome\n Irksome\n\n Ah!\n Ah, madame\n Countess Rostova, if I am not mistaken\n Whoa!\n Oh, I beg you to excuse me\n Excuse me, my costume\n This dressing gown\n 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me.\nEveryone has always liked me.\nHis father, My Andrey's father.\nHis sister, My Andrey's sister.\nThere is no reason for them not to like me.\nAre the Prince and Princess at home?\n\nThe Prince is not receiving\nBut the Princess begs you to walk up\n\nOh\nOh, hello\nWon't you come in?\nHello\n\nAnd from the first glance I do not like Natasha\nToo fashionably dressed\nFrivolous and vain\nHer beauty, youth and happiness\nMy brother's love for her\nAnd my father -\n\nI do not wish to see her!\n\nI know at any moment he might indulge in some freak\n\nI'm sorry the Prince is still ailing\n\nSongstress!\n\nI am not afraid of anyone\nBut such hesitation\nSuch unnatural manners\n\nAnd from the first glance I do not like Princess Mary\nToo plain and affective\nInsolent and dry\nI shrink into myself\nAssume an offhand air\n\nWhich alienates me still more\n\nConstrained\nAnd strained\nConstrained\nAnd strained\nConstrained\nAnd strained\nIrksome\nIrksome\n\nAh!\nAh, madame\nCountess Rostova, if I am not mistaken\nWhoa!\nOh, I beg you to excuse me\nExcuse me, my costume\nThis dressing gown\nI did not know, my poor girl\nGod as my witness\nI did not know that you had honored us with a visit\nI came in such a costume only to see my daughter\nGod as my witness\nI didn't know, my poor girl\n\nAnd he looked at her once\nHead to toe\nAnd left, muttering\n\nI must take my leave!\n\nPlease wait, dear Natalie\nI want you to know how glad I am my brother has found happiness\n\n\"Is that the truth?\nI think it is not convenient to speak of that now, dear Princess\"\n\nShe said\nWith such dignity and coldness\n\nThough I felt tears choking me\nWhat have I said?\nWhat have I done?\nCrying like a child\nOh, they were so awful\nOh, it all hurts so terribly\nAndrey, where are you?","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.02] I know they like me.\n[00:06.03] They can't help but like me.\n[00:09.04] Everyone has always liked me.\n[00:12.04] His father, My Andrey's father.\n[00:17.01] His sister, My Andrey's sister.\n[00:20.06] There is no reason for them not to like me.\n[00:24.08] Are the Prince and Princess at home?\n[00:29.70] \n[00:32.06] The Prince is not receiving\n[00:36.09] But the Princess begs you to walk up\n[00:41.07] Oh\n[00:44.05] Oh, hello\n[00:47.08] Won't you come in?\n[00:50.04] Hello\n[00:53.77] \n[00:58.02] And from the first glance I do not like Natasha\n[01:04.02] Too fashionably dressed\n[01:06.08] Frivolous and vain\n[01:08.07] Her beauty, youth and happiness\n[01:12.04] My brother's love for her\n[01:15.06] And my father -\n[01:18.05] I do not wish to see her!\n[01:22.04] I know at any moment he might indulge in some freak\n[01:26.00] I'm sorry the Prince is still ailing\n[01:29.06] Songstress!\n[01:30.01] I am not afraid of anyone\n[01:34.07] But such hesitation\n[01:36.03] Such unnatural manners\n[01:39.08] And from the first glance I do not like Princess Mary\n[01:44.01] Too plain and affective\n[01:46.04] Insolent and dry\n[01:48.02] I shrink into myself\n[01:52.01] Assume an offhand air\n[01:55.06] Which alienates me still more\n[01:59.82] \n[02:02.06] Constrained\n[02:06.05] And strained\n[02:10.01] Constrained\n[02:12.07] And strained\n[02:18.02] Constrained\n[02:22.09] And strained\n[02:24.03] Irksome\n[02:26.02] Irksome\n[02:28.07] Ah!\n[02:31.09] Ah, madame\n[02:33.00] Countess Rostova, if I am not mistaken\n[02:36.01] Whoa!\n[02:37.02] Oh, I beg you to excuse me\n[02:40.02] Excuse me, my costume\n[02:42.00] This dressing gown\n[02:43.09] I did not know, my poor girl\n[02:48.06] God as my witness\n[02:49.06] I did not know that you had honored us with a visit\n[02:52.04] I came in such a costume only to see my daughter\n[02:57.01] God as my witness\n[02:59.07] I didn't know, my poor girl\n[03:04.01] And he looked at her once\n[03:08.02] Head to toe\n[03:13.04] And left, muttering\n[03:17.04] I must take my leave!\n[03:20.01] Please wait, dear Natalie\n[03:24.05] I want you to know how glad I am my brother has found happiness\n[03:29.08] \"Is that the truth?\n[03:31.03] I think it is not convenient to speak of that now, dear Princess\"\n[03:37.06] She said\n[03:39.05] With such dignity and coldness\n[03:43.09] Though I felt tears choking me\n[03:47.02] What have I said?\n[03:49.06] What have I done?\n[03:52.07] Crying like a child\n[03:56.05] Oh, they were so awful\n[04:01.06] Oh, it all hurts so terribly\n[04:07.00] Andrey, where are you?\n[04:12.46] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Natasha & Bolkonskys\n artist: Dave Malloy\n album: Natasha, Pierre & the Great Comet of 1812\n duration_ms: 253000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I know they like me.\n start_ms: 4020\n end_ms: 6030\n- text: They can't help but like me.\n start_ms: 6030\n end_ms: 9040\n- text: Everyone has always liked me.\n start_ms: 9040\n end_ms: 12040\n- text: His father, My Andrey's father.\n start_ms: 12040\n end_ms: 17010\n- text: His sister, My Andrey's sister.\n start_ms: 17010\n end_ms: 20060\n- text: There is no reason for them not to like me.\n start_ms: 20060\n end_ms: 24080\n- text: Are the Prince and Princess at home?\n start_ms: 24080\n end_ms: 29700\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 29700\n end_ms: 32060\n- text: The Prince is not receiving\n start_ms: 32060\n end_ms: 36090\n- text: But the Princess begs you to walk up\n start_ms: 36090\n end_ms: 41070\n- text: Oh\n start_ms: 41070\n end_ms: 44050\n- text: Oh, hello\n start_ms: 44050\n end_ms: 47080\n- text: Won't you come in?\n start_ms: 47080\n end_ms: 50040\n- text: Hello\n start_ms: 50040\n end_ms: 53770\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 53770\n end_ms: 58020\n- text: And from the first glance I do not like Natasha\n start_ms: 58020\n end_ms: 64020\n- text: Too fashionably dressed\n start_ms: 64020\n end_ms: 66080\n- text: Frivolous and vain\n start_ms: 66080\n end_ms: 68070\n- text: Her beauty, youth and happiness\n start_ms: 68070\n end_ms: 72040\n- text: My brother's love for her\n start_ms: 72040\n end_ms: 75060\n- text: And my 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God as my witness\n start_ms: 168060\n end_ms: 169060\n- text: I did not know that you had honored us with a visit\n start_ms: 169060\n end_ms: 172040\n- text: I came in such a costume only to see my daughter\n start_ms: 172040\n end_ms: 177010\n- text: God as my witness\n start_ms: 177010\n end_ms: 179070\n- text: I didn't know, my poor girl\n start_ms: 179070\n end_ms: 184010\n- text: And he looked at her once\n start_ms: 184010\n end_ms: 188020\n- text: Head to toe\n start_ms: 188020\n end_ms: 193040\n- text: And left, muttering\n start_ms: 193040\n end_ms: 197040\n- text: I must take my leave!\n start_ms: 197040\n end_ms: 200010\n- text: Please wait, dear Natalie\n start_ms: 200010\n end_ms: 204050\n- text: I want you to know how glad I am my brother has found happiness\n start_ms: 204050\n end_ms: 209080\n- text: '\"Is that the truth?'\n start_ms: 209080\n end_ms: 211030\n- text: I think it is not convenient to speak of that now, dear Princess\"\n start_ms: 211030\n end_ms: 217060\n- text: She said\n start_ms: 217060\n end_ms: 219050\n- text: With such dignity and coldness\n start_ms: 219050\n end_ms: 223090\n- text: Though I felt tears choking me\n start_ms: 223090\n end_ms: 227020\n- text: What have I said?\n start_ms: 227020\n end_ms: 229060\n- text: What have I done?\n start_ms: 229060\n end_ms: 232070\n- text: Crying like a child\n start_ms: 232070\n end_ms: 236050\n- text: Oh, they were so awful\n start_ms: 236050\n end_ms: 241060\n- text: Oh, it all hurts so terribly\n start_ms: 241060\n end_ms: 247000\n- text: Andrey, where are you?\n start_ms: 247000\n end_ms: 252460\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 252460\nplain: |-\n I know they like me.\n They can't help but like me.\n Everyone has always liked me.\n His father, My Andrey's father.\n His sister, My Andrey's sister.\n There is no reason for them not to like me.\n Are the Prince and Princess at home?\n\n The Prince is not receiving\n But the Princess begs you to walk up\n\n Oh\n Oh, hello\n Won't you come in?\n Hello\n\n And from the first glance I do not like Natasha\n Too fashionably dressed\n Frivolous and vain\n Her beauty, youth and happiness\n My brother's love for her\n And my father -\n\n I do not wish to see her!\n\n I know at any moment he might indulge in some freak\n\n I'm sorry the Prince is still ailing\n\n Songstress!\n\n I am not afraid of anyone\n But such hesitation\n Such unnatural manners\n\n And from the first glance I do not like Princess Mary\n Too plain and affective\n Insolent and dry\n I shrink into myself\n Assume an offhand air\n\n Which alienates me still more\n\n Constrained\n And strained\n Constrained\n And strained\n Constrained\n And strained\n Irksome\n Irksome\n\n Ah!\n Ah, madame\n Countess Rostova, if I am not mistaken\n Whoa!\n Oh, I beg you to excuse me\n Excuse me, my costume\n This dressing gown\n I did not know, my poor girl\n God as my witness\n I did not know that you had honored us with a visit\n I came in such a costume only to see my 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already pale\nBecomes distorted by fury\nI seize you by the collar with my big big hands\nAnd I shake you from side to side\nUntil your face shows a sufficient degree of terror\nWhen I tell you I must talk to you!\n\nANATOLE\nCome now, this is stupid!\nWhat what don't don't!\n\nPIERRE\nYou're a scoundrel and a blackguard\nAnd I don't know what deprives me of the pleasure\nOf smashing your head in with this!\nDid you promise to marry her?\n\nANATOLE\nI didn't think of it. I never promised, because -\n\nPIERRE\nHave you any letters of hers?\nAny letters?\nI shan't be violent, don't be afraid\nFirst, the letters\nSecond, tomorrow you must get out of Moscow\n\nANATOLE\nBut how can I?\n\nPIERRE\nThird\nYou must never breathe a word of what has happened between you and the Countess\nNow I know I can't prevent your doing so\nBut if you have a spark of conscience\nPierre paces the room several times in silence\n\nANATOLE\nAnatole sits at a table frowning and biting his lips\n\nPIERRE\nAfter all, you must understand\nThat besides your pleasure\nThere is such a thing as other people, and their happiness and peace\nAnd that you are ruining a whole life\nFor the sake of amusing yourself!\nAmuse yourself with women like my wife\nWith them you're within your rights\nBut to promise a young girl to marry her\nTo deceive, to kidnap\nWhy don't you understand that that's as cruel as beating an old man or a child?\n\nANATOLE\nWell I don't know about that, eh?\nI don't know that and I don't want to\nBut you have used such words to me\n'Scoundrel' and so on\nWhich as a man of honor I will not allow anyone to use\n\nPIERRE\nIs it satisfaction you want?\n\nANATOLE\nYou could at least take back your words, eh?\nIf you want me to do as you wish?\n\nPIERRE\nFine I take them back, I take them back!\nAnd I ask you to forgive me\nAnd if you require money for your journey -\n\nANATOLE\nAnatole smiled\nThe reflection of that base and cringing smile\nWhich Pierre knew so well in his wife\nRevolted him\n\nPIERRE\nOh, vile and heartless brood!\n\nANATOLE\nNext day Anatole left\nFor Petersburg!","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.36] PIERRE\n[00:07.22] You promised Countless Rostova to marry her and were about to elope, is that so?\n[00:11.81] ANATOLE\n[00:12.75] Mon cher\n[00:13.64] I don't consider myself bound to answer questions put to me in that tone\n[00:18.18] PIERRE\n[00:19.05] My face, already pale\n[00:19.99] Becomes distorted by fury\n[00:21.72] I seize you by the collar with my big big hands\n[00:25.38] And I shake you from side to side\n[00:28.03] Until your face shows a sufficient degree of terror\n[00:31.68] When I tell you I must talk to you!\n[00:35.26] ANATOLE\n[00:36.23] Come now, this is stupid!\n[00:37.17] What what don't don't!\n[00:38.07] PIERRE\n[00:38.96] You're a scoundrel and a blackguard\n[00:40.76] And I don't know what deprives me of the pleasure\n[00:43.46] Of smashing your head in with this!\n[00:51.55] Did you promise to marry her?\n[00:52.46] ANATOLE\n[00:53.32] I didn't think of it. I never promised, because -\n[00:55.19] PIERRE\n[00:56.93] Have you any letters of hers?\n[00:59.75] Any letters?\n[01:03.34] I shan't be violent, don't be afraid\n[01:09.68] First, the letters\n[01:13.23] Second, tomorrow you must get out of Moscow\n[01:16.82] ANATOLE\n[01:17.74] But how can I?\n[01:18.60] PIERRE\n[01:19.59] Third\n[01:20.47] You must never breathe a word of what has happened between you and the Countess\n[01:24.92] Now I know I can't prevent your doing so\n[01:28.63] But if you have a spark of conscience\n[01:32.22] Pierre paces the room several times in silence\n[01:38.51] ANATOLE\n[01:39.49] Anatole sits at a table frowning and biting his lips\n[01:43.91] PIERRE\n[01:44.83] After all, you must understand\n[01:47.57] That besides your pleasure\n[01:50.25] There is such a thing as other people, and their happiness and peace\n[01:56.62] And that you are ruining a whole life\n[02:00.22] For the sake of amusing yourself!\n[02:02.98] Amuse yourself with women like my wife\n[02:08.39] With them you're within your rights\n[02:11.00] But to promise a young girl to marry her\n[02:14.64] To deceive, to kidnap\n[02:17.46] Why don't you understand that that's as cruel as beating an old man or a child?\n[02:22.86] ANATOLE\n[02:23.80] Well I don't know about that, eh?\n[02:25.52] I don't know that and I don't want to\n[02:30.08] But you have used such words to me\n[02:32.78] 'Scoundrel' and so on\n[02:34.56] Which as a man of honor I will not allow anyone to use\n[02:37.23] PIERRE\n[02:38.13] Is it satisfaction you want?\n[02:39.94] ANATOLE\n[02:40.88] You could at least take back your words, eh?\n[02:43.65] If you want me to do as you wish?\n[02:52.69] PIERRE\n[02:53.58] Fine I take them back, I take them back!\n[03:01.63] And I ask you to forgive me\n[03:06.16] And if you require money for your journey -\n[03:09.80] ANATOLE\n[03:10.77] Anatole smiled\n[03:19.78] The reflection of that base and cringing smile\n[03:24.21] Which Pierre knew so well in his wife\n[03:29.67] Revolted him\n[03:30.50] PIERRE\n[03:31.45] Oh, vile and heartless brood!\n[03:35.04] ANATOLE\n[03:35.95] Next day Anatole left\n[03:38.77] For Petersburg!\n[03:50.07] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Pierre & Anatole\n artist: Dave Malloy\n album: Natasha, Pierre & the Great Comet of 1812\n duration_ms: 237000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: PIERRE\n start_ms: 6360\n end_ms: 7220\n- text: You promised Countless Rostova to marry her and were about to elope, is that so?\n start_ms: 7220\n end_ms: 11810\n- text: ANATOLE\n start_ms: 11810\n end_ms: 12750\n- text: Mon cher\n start_ms: 12750\n end_ms: 13640\n- text: I don't consider myself bound to answer questions put to me in that tone\n start_ms: 13640\n end_ms: 18180\n- text: PIERRE\n start_ms: 18180\n end_ms: 19050\n- text: My face, already pale\n start_ms: 19050\n end_ms: 19990\n- text: Becomes distorted by fury\n start_ms: 19990\n end_ms: 21720\n- text: I seize you by the collar with my big big hands\n start_ms: 21720\n end_ms: 25380\n- text: And I shake you from side to side\n start_ms: 25380\n end_ms: 28030\n- text: Until your face shows a sufficient degree of terror\n start_ms: 28030\n end_ms: 31680\n- text: When I tell you I must talk to you!\n start_ms: 31680\n end_ms: 35260\n- text: ANATOLE\n start_ms: 35260\n end_ms: 36230\n- text: Come now, this is stupid!\n start_ms: 36230\n end_ms: 37170\n- text: What what don't don't!\n start_ms: 37170\n end_ms: 38070\n- text: PIERRE\n start_ms: 38070\n end_ms: 38960\n- text: You're a scoundrel and a blackguard\n start_ms: 38960\n end_ms: 40760\n- text: And I don't know what deprives me of the pleasure\n start_ms: 40760\n end_ms: 43460\n- text: Of smashing your head in with this!\n start_ms: 43460\n end_ms: 51550\n- text: Did you promise to marry her?\n start_ms: 51550\n end_ms: 52460\n- text: ANATOLE\n start_ms: 52460\n end_ms: 53320\n- text: I didn't think of it. 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He's married?\n\nYes\n\nOh wait 'til I tell her\n\nPoor Andrey\n\nAnd when Andrey comes home\nHe will challenge Anatole to a duel\nAnd get himself killed\nAnd all will be ruined\n\nYou must go see your brother-in-law\nAnd tell him that he must leave Moscow\nAnd not dare to let me set my eyes on him again!\n\nAt once","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.80] A letter from Marya Dmitryevna\n[00:15.91] Asking you to come and visit her\n[00:19.72] On a matter of great importance\n[00:22.73] Relating to Andrey Bolkonsky and his betrothed\n[00:27.29] What?\n[00:29.68] What can they want with me?\n[00:37.97] Pierre, old friend, I'm sorry it's late\n[00:39.95] I'm sorry I haven't seen you about\n[00:41.80] Where have you been?\n[00:42.93] Where have you been?\n[00:44.34] I have been studying\n[00:46.46] Pierre, old friend, we need your help\n[00:48.49] Pierre, old friend, the family name\n[00:50.48] We need your help\n[00:51.70] We need your help!\n[00:52.89] There's ruin at the door!\n[00:57.86] Marya?\n[00:59.44] Natasha has let down the family\n[01:02.49] What?\n[01:03.79] Natasha has broken with Andrey\n[01:06.83] What?\n[01:08.00] Natasha has tried to elope\n[01:10.96] What?\n[01:12.40] Natasha and Antole Kuragin!\n[01:15.57] What?\n[01:16.59] We need your help\n[01:17.34] We need your help\n[01:18.60] There's ruin at the door\n[01:20.82] Natasha, that charming girl?\n[01:22.99] I can't believe my ears\n[01:25.21] So I am not the only man\n[01:27.52] Tied to a bad woman\n[01:29.40] And Anatole, that stupid child\n[01:31.63] They'll lock him up for years\n[01:34.05] For Anatole is a married man!\n[01:38.10] Married? He's married?\n[01:40.62] Yes\n[01:41.62] Oh wait 'til I tell her\n[01:44.95] Poor Andrey\n[01:46.42] And when Andrey comes home\n[01:48.56] He will challenge Anatole to a duel\n[01:52.20] And get himself killed\n[01:54.49] And all will be ruined\n[02:00.35] You must go see your brother-in-law\n[02:04.48] And tell him that he must leave Moscow\n[02:08.20] And not dare to let me set my eyes on him again!\n[02:12.75] At once\n[02:14.24] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: A Call to Pierre\n artist: Dave Malloy\n album: Natasha, Pierre & the Great Comet of 1812\n duration_ms: 142547\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: A letter from Marya Dmitryevna\n start_ms: 10800\n end_ms: 15910\n- text: Asking you to come and visit her\n start_ms: 15910\n end_ms: 19720\n- text: On a matter of great importance\n start_ms: 19720\n end_ms: 22730\n- text: Relating to Andrey Bolkonsky and his betrothed\n start_ms: 22730\n end_ms: 27290\n- text: What?\n start_ms: 27290\n end_ms: 29680\n- text: What can they want with me?\n start_ms: 29680\n end_ms: 37970\n- text: Pierre, old friend, I'm sorry it's late\n start_ms: 37970\n end_ms: 39950\n- text: I'm sorry I haven't seen you about\n start_ms: 39950\n end_ms: 41800\n- text: Where have you been?\n start_ms: 41800\n end_ms: 42930\n- text: Where have you been?\n start_ms: 42930\n end_ms: 44340\n- text: I have been studying\n start_ms: 44340\n end_ms: 46460\n- text: Pierre, old friend, we need your help\n start_ms: 46460\n end_ms: 48490\n- text: Pierre, old friend, the family name\n start_ms: 48490\n end_ms: 50480\n- text: We need your help\n start_ms: 50480\n end_ms: 51700\n- text: We need your help!\n start_ms: 51700\n end_ms: 52890\n- text: There's ruin at the door!\n start_ms: 52890\n end_ms: 57860\n- text: Marya?\n start_ms: 57860\n end_ms: 59440\n- text: Natasha has let down the family\n start_ms: 59440\n end_ms: 62490\n- text: What?\n start_ms: 62490\n end_ms: 63790\n- text: Natasha has broken with Andrey\n start_ms: 63790\n end_ms: 66830\n- text: What?\n start_ms: 66830\n end_ms: 68000\n- text: Natasha has tried to elope\n start_ms: 68000\n end_ms: 70960\n- text: What?\n start_ms: 70960\n end_ms: 72400\n- text: Natasha and Antole Kuragin!\n start_ms: 72400\n end_ms: 75570\n- text: What?\n start_ms: 75570\n end_ms: 76590\n- text: We need your help\n start_ms: 76590\n end_ms: 77340\n- text: We need your help\n start_ms: 77340\n end_ms: 78600\n- text: There's ruin at the door\n start_ms: 78600\n end_ms: 80820\n- text: Natasha, that charming girl?\n start_ms: 80820\n end_ms: 82990\n- text: I can't believe my ears\n start_ms: 82990\n end_ms: 85210\n- text: So I am not the only man\n start_ms: 85210\n end_ms: 87520\n- text: Tied to a bad woman\n start_ms: 87520\n end_ms: 89400\n- text: And Anatole, that stupid child\n start_ms: 89400\n end_ms: 91630\n- text: They'll lock him up for years\n start_ms: 91630\n end_ms: 94050\n- text: For Anatole is a married man!\n start_ms: 94050\n end_ms: 98100\n- text: Married? 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He's married?\n\n Yes\n\n Oh wait 'til I tell her\n\n Poor Andrey\n\n And when Andrey comes home\n He will challenge Anatole to a duel\n And get himself killed\n And all will be ruined\n\n You must go see your brother-in-law\n And tell him that he must leave Moscow\n And not dare to let me set my eyes on him again!\n\n At once\n"}]