Lyrics

Gleb An underhanded girl An act of desperation And to my consternation I let you go Well, not this time Paris is no place for a good and loyal Russian We are both good and loyal Russians I've come to take you home My home is here now Stop playing this game, Anya! I beg you We both know it's not a game Gleb If you really are Anastasia Do you think history wants you to have lived? Yes! Why don't you? The Romanovs were given everything And gave back nothing Until the Russian people rose up and destroyed them All but one Finish it I am my father's daughter And I am my father's son! Finish it, I must My father shook his head and told me not to ask My mother said he died of shame In me you see them Look at their faces in mine Hear their screams Imagine their terrors See their blood But I believe he did a proud and vital task And in my father's name Do it and I will be with my parents and my brother and sisters In that cellar in Yekaterinburg all over again The children Their voices A man makes painful choices He does what's necessary, Anya For Russia, my beauty What choice but simple duty We have a past to bury, Anya (And the Neva flows, a new wind blows) And soon it will be spring The leaves unfold, the Tsar lies cold Be careful what a dream may bring! A revolution is a simple thing!
Writer(s): Lynn Ahrens, Stephen Charles Stephen Charles Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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