The Duel

Good evening, Pierre

Studying?

Yes

How was the opera?

Lovely

Natalya Rostova was there

Oh?

Dear Andrey's betrothed?

I have known for years, and long carried affection for her

Yes, charming

Look, Dolokhov is coming around

And we're off to the club

Will you come, old man?

I will come

Lend me fifty rubles

Drink, drink

Gonna drink tonight, gonna drink tonight

Gonna drink, gonna drink

Gonna drink tonight, gonna drink tonight

Gonna drink tonight

Gonna

Drink, drink

Gonna drink tonight, gonna drink tonight

Gonna, gonna drink, gonna drink tonight

Gonna drink tonight, gonna drink tonight

(Come on now! One more drink)

Drink with me, my love

For there's fire in the sky

And there's ice on the ground

Either way, my soul will die

Whoa-oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

♪

The doctors warned me that with my corpulence (corpulence)

Vodka and wine are dangerous for me

But I drink a great deal

Only quite at ease

After pouring several glasses

Mechanically into my large mouth

Then I feel

A pleasant warmth in my body

A sentimental attachment to my fellow men

Keep drinking, old man

Keep drinking, old man

Drink the whole night through

Keep drinking, old man (keep drinking, old man)

Drink the whole night through

Keep drinking, old man

Natasha, Natasha

Her arms, her shoulders, her neck, her feet

The air of a connoisseur

I'm gonna make love to her

Better not, monsieur

She's first-rate, but nothing but trouble

Better wait 'til she's married

Anatole is a married man

A fact known only to his intimates

A Polish landowner of some small means

And forced him to marry his daughter

Well, never mind about that now

It doesn't matter, I don't give a damn

Just as a duck is made to swim in water

God has made me as I am

All I care for is gaiety and women

And there's no dishonor in that

As long as there's money and vodka

I'll keep a feather in my hat

Whoa-oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

I used to love, I used to love

I used to be better

(Keep drinking, old man)

Yes, drink, drink, drink

God, to think I married a man like you

Don't speak to me, wife

There is something inside me

Dolokhov, pour me another

Something terrible and monstrous

Here's to the health of married women

And a smile lurks in the corner of my mouth

Here's to the health of married women

And their lovers

Here's to the health of married women

Here's to the health of married women

And their lovers

Here's to the health of married women

Here's to the health of married women

And their lovers

How dare you touch her?

You can't love her

Enough!

You bully, you scoundrel!

I challenge you!

Oh, a duel!

Yes, this is what I like

He will kill you, stupid husband!

So I shall be killed

What is it to you?

Anatole, my guns

Oh, this is horribly stupid

Well, let's begin

This is child's play

As the adversaries have refused a reconciliation

We shall please proceed with the duel

Ready your pistols

And on the count of three

Begin to advance

Rahz! Dva! Tri!

Pierre, hold your fire

Pierre, hold your fire

Pierre, not yet!

No!

Shot by a fool!

No, wait, I didn't mean –

Quiet, old man!

My turn

My turn

Pierre, stand back!

No!

Missed, missed

Oh my mother, my angel

My adoréd angel mother

Take him away

The sun is rising

The duel is at an end

And Pierre Bezukhov is the winner

Winner

You are a fool

Well, sweet sister

You certainly bring out the beast in men

What can I say?

It's a gift

How I adore you

Will you ask Natasha to the ball tonight?

Of course, dear brother

♪

Come on, old man

Let's get you home

In a moment

Sleep it off

And be happy

We live to love another day