
Song
Pierre & Anatole
Natasha, Pierre & the Great Comet of 1812 (Original Broadway Cast Recording), 2017, EnglishLyrics
Pick up to six lines to make a card.
You promised Countess Rostova to marry her
And were about to elope, is that so?
Mon cher,
I don't consider myself bound to answer
Questions put to me in that tone
My face, already pale
Becomes distorted by fury
I seize you by the collar with my big, big hands
And I shake you from side to side
Until your face shows a sufficient degree of terror
When I tell you I must talk to you!
Come now, this is stupid!
What, what—
Don't, don't!
You're a scoundrel and a blackguard
And I don't know what deprives me of the pleasure
Of smashing your head in with this