Lyrics Граф Орлов-Дольникова, Рагулин, Маракулин, Балалаев. - Квартет

There are no words madam.
Elizabeth: There are no words.
Choir:
 The count is a tough man, he does not need to be taught,
 How for our Catherine Lizaveta to ruin.
Orlov:
 Here's a riddle, here's a catch,
 Who would explain this:
 Everything is so clear, everything is so simple
 Next to her
Elizabeth:
 Next to him
Together:
 It's a trick, it's a mystery,
But one thing I know is that
 Not by chance, not by chance
 It all happened.
Choir of:
 A net is spread out, a cage is prepared
 We took a step towards the result (?)

Domansky:

 Think again, see more
Radzivil:
 It remains to appoint the coveted date.
 Count our eagle, well done, as always
 Princess, everything in this world is obedient to her

Orlov:
 Our plan was a success and almost without difficulty

Domansky:
 What if it's all just a trap?

Radzivil:

 What trap?

Domansky:

 The princess at us is very simple-minded,
 And the earl, our eagle, is angry with the tsarina,
 And here his soul was exhausted,
 And our princess needs him,
 To deserve the highest mercy.
Radzivil:
 You're too devoted to Elizabeth,
 You everywhere want to see the trap,
 As if the whole white light
 He dreams of stealing from you.

Elizabeth:

 The count is a commander and the hero and heart is pure,
 His soul in front of me, like a white sheet,
 Where I willingly draw
 Everything I only want.

Radzivil:

 When it comes to an angel,
 Then in the victory there is no doubt,
 Raise the cup and song
 To the glory of future victories!

Choir:

 ....... Poland,
 ......., Will
 Vivat, Princess Elizabeth

 ..... Prince, you letter. From Peter