Brittain Ashford - Moscow lyrics

[NATASHA] Marya Dmitryevna Akhrosimova [MARYA] Countless Natalya Ilyinichna Rostova [NATASHA] You must call me Natasha [SONYA] Marya Dmitryevna Akhrosimova [MARYA] Sofia Alexandrovna Rostova [SONYA] You must call me Sonya [MARYA] Welcome, Welcome to Moscow Where faded and fading princesses live I'll take you where you must go Pet you a bit And I'll scold you a bit My goddaughter My favorite, Natasha I will touch you on the cheek [NATASHA & SONYA] My cousin and I Are so pleased to be with you While we wait on our fiancés Fighting in the war [MARYA] Bring in their things! What are you dawdling for? Get the samovar ready! You're already frozen I'm sure! Bring some rum for the tea! Sonyushka bonjour And Natasha my darling You've grown plumper and prettier [NATASHA] My cheeks are glowing from the cold [SONYA] She said, Gazing at Marya with kind, glittering eyes [MARYA] Welcome, Welcome to Moscow Scruffy and cozy Like an old dressing gown [SONYA] Countess Natalya [NATASHA] Sofia Alexandrovna [SONYA] How beautiful you looked in the snow [NATASHA] Cousin, dear, I love you Trust no one but you But I can't bear this waiting I cry and I cry Andrey, where are you? I want him now, at once To embrace him and cling to him No one can understand I love him I know him He loves me only He'll come home one day And take me away I want nothing more I want nothing more Hmmm… [MARYA] First thing tomorrow to Madame Chambord's Dresses, dresses, we'll buy what we can afford Then dinner and a game of Boston Then you'll read to me while I knit! How wonderful to have you here Instead of these gossips and crybabies [NATASHA & SONYA] You'll take us where we must go Pet us a bit And scold us a bit [SONYA] Her goddaughter Her favorite, Natasha She will touch you on the cheek [MARYA] Well, now we'll talk! I congratulate you and Andrey You've hooked a fine fellow! One of the finest matches in all of Russia I am glad and relieved, He'll be the family's saving grace [NATASHA] I blush happily [MARYA] But his father, Prince Bolkonsky, Much dislikes his son's marrying— The old fellow's crotchety! Of course Prince Andrey's not a child But it's not nice to enter a family Against a father's will One wants to do it peacefully and lovingly But you're a clever girl Just be kind to Andrey's sister And when the sister loves you, So will the father And all will be well…