作词 : Fred Ebb
 作曲 : John Kander
Flame of St.Petersburg, the final reel
Tatyana Alexandrova, vedette du cabaret
Is singing her final number...
All of St.Petersburg is there
The Tsar himself is in the audience
It is a farewell performance
For tomorrow she will become the Countess Ostrovsky
There's going to be good times
Nothing but good times
They're going to be scattering those clouds of grey
And all of those bad times
Those terrible bad times
Are going to be packing up and leaving town today
So put on a smile
Start waving your hand
Whatever was grim is going to be grand
And...
There's going to be good times
Nothing but good times
Good times are coming your way
Cut to her dressing room and her faithful maid, Lisette
"Madame"
Yes, Lisette!
"This note arrived for you"
"Count Ostrovsky has deceived you.
Your lover, the student revolutionary Bolshevik anarchist,
Anatol, will be shot
as he waits for you in vain on the Pushkin bridge
this evening at the stroke of midnight.
A friend."
I must save him, summon my troika
"But, Madame. the danger!"
Not a word, Lisette. Pas un mot!
To be in love is the sweetest thing, is it?
But to risk everything for love is even sweeter!
Tatyana, my love
C'est lui, Ostrovsky
"How you hate him!"
Oh, God!
My carriage is waiting, my love!
Quick. There's no time. I must slip out the back way
Hold him at bay for as long as you can
Tatyana!
Adieu, Lisette. Courage
Tatyana!
Cut to dark shadowy streets
Snow is falling
The wind is whistling
A night of terror
The clock strikes midnight
Tatyana dismisses her trolka driver
And as she hurries down the empty,
terrifying, night-shadowed streets
Her whole life swirls before her
At last she sees the bridge over the canal
And in the light of a solitary streetlamp, her lover
She is in time
She will save him
They will flee to Paris
She begins to run but his figure seems to recede
It's like a terrible dream
Anatol!
He turns. His eyes light up. He calls to her
Tatyana!
Bang. Close up
Joy, not pain
Illuminates her features
Courage, not fear is ? across her face
This is not death
This is ecstasy
Anatol, my Anatol!
I wanted to warn you!
"What have you done for me, my Tatyana?"
Nothing, nothing, my Anatol!
Red blood stains the snowy street
She is fading fast
But she is in her lover's arms again at last
And somehow forever
So put on a smile
Start waving your hand
Whatever was grim is going to be grand
And...
There's going to be good times
Nothing but good times
Viva la guerra, viva la revolucion, viva--!
Good times are coming our way...
Fade to black
The end