|Claude-Michel Schonberg||[-] Transpozícia [+] Tlač textu  |
Muzikál: Bídníci (Les Miserables)
(Marius) There's a grief that can't be spoken. There's a pain goes on and o~n . Empty chairs at empty tables Now my friends are dead and gone. Here they talked of revolution. Here it was they lit the fla~me. Here they sang about 'tomorrow' And tomorrow never came. From the table in the corner They could see a world reborn And they rose with voices ringing I can hear them now ! The very words that they had sung Became their last communion On the lonely barricade at dawn. Oh my friends, my friends forgive me That I live and you are go~ne. There's a grief that can't be spoken. There's a pain goes on and on . Phantom faces at the window . . . Phantom shadows on the floor.. . . Empty chairs at empty tables Where my friends will meet no more . Oh my friends, my friends, don't ask me . . . What your sacrifice was fo~r Empty chairs at empty tables Where my friends will sing no more.