see if anyone was coming
to look for him
The hunters whistle
Searching out the black beaver
The hunters follow the scent
They will find the black beaver
They want to catch and skin
the beaver
And with its fur then to adorn
A kingly mantle
In order to array
Tsar Vladimir!
I'd suffer the pangs of your
birth a hundred times over
for you to ascend the throne
To see you seated
on the Tsar's throne!
Take the crown
Take the collar!
I've always been frightened
of blood!
You won't have to shed it.
That will be Pyotr's job!
Yes... but after
to be haunted by remorse
for the rest of my life
always seeing him wherever I go,
enduring his silent reproaches
Whatever else you need fear -
it's not that
When the throne is yours,
you will punish the regicide
and others, too
A sovereign should not stray
from the path of righteousness
if he can help it
but he must be prepared
to tread the path
of evil if necessary
Our great sovereign offers you
a cup of wine
Moreover our great sovereign
invites his cousin Vladimir
Andreyevich to the royal table
The hand of God!
Our cause prospers!
You will accompany Pyotr
to the banquet
And don't forget to wear
your new kaftan
I'll remind him!
The hand of God!
Our cause prospers!
It's empty!
Holla! Holla!
Faster! Faster!
Bravo! Bravo!
Ah, Brother Vladimir,
you don't love me
You don't care that
I am so alone,
that I'm just a poor, abandoned
orphan whom no one pities
It's not right for the Tsar to
fraternize with the landowners
and above all not with the
Staritskys!
It is not for you, Alexei
to teach the Tsar his business
nor to raise your hand
against the Tsar's relations
But it was you who taught me
to weed them out
The Tsar's connections outshine
all other connections
As the celestial tamarind
outshines homely oak
Aren't we the new forest growing
about you?
I don't hack down oaks to make
room for wretched aspens
Don't touch the Tsar's
relations!
The ties of blood are sacred!
Aren't we who are closest to you
bound to you by other blood-
blood which has been shed?
You're no relation of mine
You are my slaves
I raised you from the dust
to crush the boyar traitors
I express my will through you
Your function is to serve me,
not to teach me how to behave
Keep to your place,
Basmanovs!
You are beginning to catch
the boyars' sickness
You are beginning to get ideas
about rank
Would you like to put yourself
beside the Tsar?
I've sworn never to fraternize
with the boyars
nor with the landowners
I am alone,
a poor orphan
No one loves or pities me!
The guests have assembled
In the courtyards of the boyars
In the courtyards of the boyars
The axes skim the necks
of the boyars
The axes, the axes
Come along! Come along!
What happens next?
What happens next?
Come on, tell us more
Come on, tell us more
Strike with the axes
The gates have split down
the middle
Down the middle
The golden goblets pass
from hand to hand
From hand to hand
Come along. Come along
What happens next?
What happens next?
Come on, tell us more,
Come on, tell us more
Strike with the axes!
Oh, you are wrong,
Tsar of all the Russians
- you have friends.
- I haven't one.
- Yes, you have!
- Don't lie.
- I'm not lying.
- Then who is my friend?
- Well, me for one.
- I don't believe you!
I swear it!
Don't swear it. Prove it
by your actions!
I will prove it!
And when the guests are parting
Having drunk their fill
Drunk their fill
They set fire to the castle
Set fire to the castle
Come along. Come along
What happens next?
What happens next?
Come on, tell us more,
Come on, tell us more
Strike with the

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