Quotations by:
Boublil, Alain
I dreamed a dream in times gone by,
When hope was high, and life worth living.
I dreamed that love would never die,
I dreamed that God would be forgiving.
Then I was young and unafraid,
And dreams were made and used and wasted.
There was no ransom to be paid,
No song unsung, no wine untasted.
But the tigers come at night,
With their voices soft as thunder,
As they tear your hope apart,
And they turn your dream to shame.
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!
Do you hear the people sing,
Singing the song of angry men?
It is the music of a people
Who will not be slaves again.
When the beating of your heart
Echoes the beating of the drums,
There is a life about to start
When tomorrow comes.
Drink with me to days gone by,
Sing with me the songs we knew.
Here’s to pretty girls
Who went to our heads,
Here’s to witty girls
Who went to our beds.
Here’s to them,
And here’s to you.
Do you hear the people sing
Lost in the valley of the night?
It is the music of a people
Who are climbing to the light.
For the wretched of the earth
There is a flame that never dies;
Even the darkest night will end,
And the sun will rise.They will live again in freedom
In the garden of the Lord.
They will walk behind the plough-share,
They will put away the sword,
The chain will be broken
And all men will have their reward!
Old men, young men, take ’em as they come,
Harbor rats and alley cats and every type of scum,
Poor men, rich men, leaders of the land,
See them with their trousers off, they’re never quite as grand.
All it takes is money in your hand!
One more day till revolution,
We will nip it in the bud!
We’ll be ready for these schoolboys,
They will wet themselves with blood!
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!
I know a place where no one’s lost,
I know a place where no one cries,
Crying at all is not allowed,
Not in my castle on a cloud.