Producer ： Dave Malloy/Sonny Paladino/Janet Kagan/Howard Kagan
In nineteenth century Russia we write letters
We write letters
We put down in writing
What is happening in our minds
Once it's on the paper we feel better
We feel better
It's like some kind of clarity
When the letter's done and signed
Dear Andrei
Dear old friend
How goes the war
Do we march on the French splendidly
Do our cannons crack and cry
Do our bullets whistle and sing
Does the air reek with smoke
I wish I were there
With death at my heels
Dolokhov is recovering
He will be all right the good man
And Natasha is in town
Your bride to be so full of life and mischief
I should visit
I hear she is more beautiful than ever
How I envy you and your happiness
Here at home
I drink and read and drink and read and drink
But I think I've finally found it
What my heart has needed
For I've been studying the cabal
And I've calculated the number of the beast
It is napoleon
Six hundred three score and six
And I will kill him one day
He's no great man
None of us are great men
We're caught in the wave of history
Nothing matters
Everything matters
It's all the same
Oh if only I could not see it
This dreadful terrible it
In nineteenth century Russia we write letters
We write letters
We write letters
We put down in writing
What is happening in our minds
Dear Andrei
What more can I write
After all that has happened
What am I to do if
I love him and the other one too
Must I break it off
These terrible questions
I see nothing but the candle in the mirror
No visions of the future
So lost and alone
And what of princess Mary
Dear Natasha
I am in deep
Despair at the misunderstanding there is between us
Whatever my father's feelings might be
I beg you to believe that I cannot help loving you
He is a tired old man and must be forgiven
Please come see us again
Dear princess Mary
Oh what am I to write
How do I choose
What do I do
I shall never be happy again
These terrible questions
I'm so alone here
So alone in here
And I see nothing
I see nothing but the candle in the mirror
No visions of the future
So lost and alone
Oh oh oh oh
In nineteenth century Russia we write letters
We write letters
We put down in writing
What is happening in our minds
Dear Natalie
A love letter
A love letter
A love letter
A letter from him from the man that I love
A letter which I composed
A love letter
A love letter
A love letter
A love letter
A love letter
A love letter
A love letter
A love letter
Natalie
Natalie
Natalie
I must love you or die
Natalie
Natalie
Natalie
If you love me say yes
And I will come and steal you away
Steal you out of the dark
Natalie
Natalie
Natalie
I want nothing more
Natalie
Natalie
Natalie
I must love you or die
Natalie
Natalie
Natalie
If you love me say yes
And I will come and steal you away
Steal you out of the dark
Natalie
Natalie
Natalie
I want nothing more
Just say yes
Just say yes
Just say yes
Yes yes I love him
How else could I have his letter in my hand
I read it twenty times
Thirty times forty times
Each and every word
I love him
I love him
