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-acapo
