Combufree: At Notre Dame The sections are prepared! Fuelly: At rue de Bac They're straining at the leash! Couferac: Students, workers, everyone There's a river on the run Like the flowing of the tide Paris coming to our side! Enjolras: The time is near... So near... it's stirring the blood in their veins! And yet beware... Don't let the wine go to your brains! For the army we fight is a dangerous foe With the men and the arms that we never can match Oh, it's easy to sit here and swat 'em like flies But the national guard will be harder to catch. We need a sign To rally the people To call them to arms To bring them in line! Marius, you're late. Jean Provaire: What's wrong today? You look as if you've seen a ghost. Grantaire: Some wine and say what's going on! Marius: A ghost you say... a ghost maybe She was just like a ghost to me One minute there, and she was gone! Grantaire: I am agog! I am aghast! Is Marius in love at last? I have never heard him 'ooh' and 'aah' You talk of battles to be won But here he comes like Don Ju-an It's better than an o-per-a! Enjolras: It is time for us all To decide who we are... Do we fight for the right To a night at the opera now? Have you asked of yourselves What's the price you might pay? Is it simply a game For rich young boys to play? The color of the world Is changing Day by day... Red - the blood of angry men! Black - the dark of ages past! Red - a world about to dawn! Black - the night that ends at last! Marius: Had you been there tonight You might know how it feels To be struck to the bone In a moment of breathless delight! Had you been there tonight You might also have known How the world may be changed In just one burst of light! And what was right Seems wrong And what was wrong Seems right... Grantaire: Red... Marius: I feel my soul on fire! Grantaire: Black... Marius: My world if she's not there... Chorus: Red... Marius The color of desire! Chorus: Black... Marius: The color of despair! Enjolras Marius, you're no longer a child I do not doubt you mean it well But now there is a higher call Who cares about your lonely soul We strive toward a larger goal Our little lives don't count at all! Enjolras and Chorus: Red - the blood of angry men! Black - the dark of ages past! Red - a world about to dawn! Black - the night that ends at last!
Enjolras Well, Courfeyrac, do we have all the guns? Feuilly, Combeferre, our time is running short. Grantaire, put the bottle down! Do we have the guns we need?
Grantaire [drunk] Give me brandy on my breath And I'll breath 'em all to death!
Courfeyrac In St. Antoine they're with us to a man!
Combeferre In Notre Dame they're tearing up the stones!
Feuilly Twenty rifles good as new.
[Gavroche rushes in, shouting.]
Gavroche Listen!
Jean Prouvaire Double that in Port St. Cloud!
Gavroche Listen everybody! Gavroche General Lamarque Is dead!
Enjolras Lamarque is dead. Lamarque! His death is the hour of fate. The people's man. His death is the sign we await! On his funeral day they will honor his name. With the light of rebellion, a blaze in their eyes. From the candles of grief we will kindle our flame! On the tomb of Lamarque shall the barricade rise! The time is here! Let us welcome it gladly with courage and cheer Let us take to the streets with no doubt in our hearts But a jubilant shout They will come one and all They will come when we call!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
