Original Broadway Company of Natasha, Pierre & the Great Comet of 1812
Performer
Dave Malloy
Programming
Mark Dover
Bass Clarinet
John Murchison
Bass
Alon Bisk
Cello
Caryl Paisner
Cello
Alex Gibson
Chorus
Ani Taj
Chorus
Ashley Perez Flanagan
Chorus
Azudi Onyejekwe
Chorus
Courtney Bassett
Chorus
Erica Dorfler
Chorus
Josh Canfield
Chorus
Lauren Zakrin
Chorus
Lulu Fall
Chorus
Nick Gaswirth
Chorus
Reed Luplau
Chorus
Claudia Chopek
Viola
Scott Stangland
Chorus
Matt Doebler
Conductor
Or Matias
Conductor
Joey Cassata
Drums
Heath Saunders
Guitar
Ken Clark
Guitar
Thad Debrock
Guitar
Marilyn Cole
Horn
Jeff Marder
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dave Malloy
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dave Malloy
Producer
Luke Klingensmith
Assistant Engineer
Nate Odden
Assistant Engineer
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Kevin Killen
Mixing Engineer
Enrico de Trizio
Recording Engineer
Howard Kagan
Producer
Janet Kagan
Producer
Sonny Paladino
Producer
Isaiah Albolin
Recording Engineer
Letra
Everyone raise a glass!
Whoa!
Well, comrades
We've had our fun
Lived, laughed, and loved
Friends of my youth
When shall we meet again?
I'm going abroad
Goodbye, my Gypsy lovers
All my revels here are over
Well goodbye, Matryosha
Kiss me one last time
Whoa
Remember me to Steshka
There, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Wish me luck, my Gypsy lovers
Now, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
(Goodbye, my Gypsy lovers)
(All my revels here are over)
(Well goodbye, Matryosha)
(Kiss me one last time)
(Whoa)
(Remember me to Steshka)
(There, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye)
(Wish me luck, my Gypsy lovers)
(Now, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye)
Now drink!
(Hurrah!)
(Smash the glasses on the floor!)
Hey!
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Whoa!
Here's to happiness, freedom, and life!
May your travel be swift as a scythe cuts through the grass!
(Whoa...)
(Whoa...)
May your sorrows be counted and numbered as many
As drops of wine and vodka that stay in my glass!
(Whoa...)
(Whoa...)
Всего хорошего
На посошок
Поехали
Всего хорошего
На посошок
Поехали
Всего хорошего
На посошок
Поехали
Всего хорошего
На посошок
Поехали
На посошок
Поехали
Wait, wait, wait!
Shut the door!
First we have to sit down!
Yes, that's the way
It's a Russian custom
All right
Wait, wait, wait! Wait!
Where's the fur cloak?
Huh?
I have heard what elopements are like
She'll rush out more dead than alive
Just in the things she's wearing
If you delay at all, there'll be tears
And "Papa" and "Mama"
Then she's frozen in a minute
And must go back
But you wrap the fur cloak 'round her
And you carry her to the sleigh
That's the way
That's the way
That's the way
That's the way
Let's get outta here! Come on now!
And the troika tore down Nikitski Boulevard!
Hey, Balaga
Ho, Balaga
Hey, hey, ho, Balaga
Hey, hey, Balaga
The famous troika driver
Hey, Balaga
Ho, Balaga
Hey, hey, hey, Balaga
Hey, hey, Balaga
The famous troika driver
When they reached the gate
Dolokhov whistled
The whistle was answered
And a maid servant ran out
"Come into the courtyard
Or you'll be seen
She'll come out directly"
Dolokhov stayed by the gate
Anatole followed the maid
Into the courtyard
Turned the corner
Ran up to the porch
You will not enter my house
Scoundrel!
Anatole, come back!
Betrayed! Betrayed!
Anatole! Come back!
Betrayed! Betrayed! Anatole! Come back! Betrayed!