Natasha & Anatole

I smile and shake and the opera continues,
And I am quite submissive to the world I am in.
My previous life is slipping away from me.
My distant past is gone is gone.
And the rest of the night
I can’t take my eyes away from him.
His glittering eyes and his tender smile.
And as I am leaving flush and nervous,
He touches my arm and I turn around.
And he is looking at me with his glittering eyes and his tender smile.
Oh God I am lost
How could I let him?
Everything is dark, obscure, and terrible.
I don’t understand this.
Oh God, I am lost.
Back in the theatre full of lights
Where tenors jumped about in tinsel jackets
Young girls and older men cried bravo, enraptured
There it all seemed simple
But now alone I am tortured
My conscience naws away at my heart
Am I spoiled for Andrey’s love or not?
Oh I can soothe myself with irony.
Nothing it was nothing.
I didn’t lead him on at all.
No one will ever know. I’ll never see him again.
Nothing has happened and Andrey can love me still.
Oh God why isn’t he here?
And yet it was like there was nothing between us
No veil, no modesty, just his face and strong hands
His glittering eyes and his tender smile
That gold handsome man who pressed my arm