Sunday Morning lyrics
Sunday Morning
NATASHA
Has Andrey arrived?
Has Andrey arrived?
He has not arrived
He will never come
Or something will happen to me before he does
MARYA D.
Come to church dear
SONYA
Marya Dmitryevna likes Sundays and knows how to keep them
The whole house has been scrubbed and cleaned
Roast goose and suckling pig filled our noses with glee
We wear holiday dresses
Travel by troika to church
MARYA D.
God is everywhere
NATASHA
I suffer more now than before
The theater and Anatole
That man who aroused such terrible feelings
I don't understand
Have I broken faith with Andrey?
Am I guilty?
SONYA
After church, Marya left for Prince Bolkonsky's
MARYA D.
The rudeness of that man!
I'll straighten him out!
NATASHA
That terrible old Prince
SONYA
There, there Natasha
It's not your fault
Here, kiss me
NATASHA
I can't bear to think of it
I'll shut myself in my room
And try on new dresses
SONYA
And just after Marya left
There was a knock at the door
Natasha had just turned her head to the glass
When she heard a voice that made her flush
Last Update: June, 10th 2013