Le cul par terre Ass on the ground. La bouche clouee, Mouth nailed shut. Les yeux defaits, Eyes undone. Avec les oreilles decollees With ears sticking out.
Sometimes I wonder where I've been,. Who I am,. Do I fit in.. Make believein' is hard alone,. Out here on my own.. . We're always provin' who we are,.
Y'en a marre de vos figures blemes Enough's enough of your pallid faces. Vos couleurs sont vos problemes Your colors are your problems. Quand tout bourgeonne dans la haine When all breaks out in hatred.
[Thenardier is picking through the corpses in the sewers.]. . Thenardier. Here's a hint of gold. Stuck into a tooth. Pardon me M'sieur. You won't be needing this no more..
Si tu m'aimes vraiment If you really love me. Viens donc me retrouver Come, then, find me again. Dans ma cabane perdue in my lost cabin. Au milieu des marais in the middle of the marshes.
Il vase a vache qui pisse It's pouring like a pissing cow. Le vent n'a pas decorne les Dieux The wind hasn't dehorned the gods. Il est la, sous la pluie He is there, in the rain.
Here's a hint of gold. Stuck into a tooth. Pardon me, Monsieur. You won't be needing it no more. This shouldn't be to hard to sell. . Add it to the pile.
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.
Un soir d'avril devant sa tele One April night in front of her TV. Maria desemparee Maria distraught. Ouvre sa fenetre en pleurant Opens her window crying.
No matter what you do, no matter what you say. I've had enough of you I'm gonna break way. I'm off and I'm runnin' just as far as I can go. I've had it up to here and I want out.
Lhomme lhaleine whisky. Chante la romance. De lamour quon oublie. Cest une valse brune. Quand je me suis pench. Sur mon petit godet. La brune cest envole.
Do you hear the people sing?. Singing the song of angry men?. It is the music of the people. Who will not be slaves again!. When the beating of your heart.
[Day breaks.]. . Enjolras. The people have not stirred. We are abandoned by those who still live in fear.. The people have not heard.. Yet we will not abandon those who cannot hear..
C'est pas la mer a boire It's not the sea to drink. Pour tous ceux qui aiment pas ca For all those who don't love that. C'est seulement pas d'cul It's just not lucky.
Did he say he loves you. Chances are it's true. Up until the moment he walks out on you. He's got the kind of loving that comes and goes so fast. You're not the first to think you'll be the last.
[Fantine is lying in a hospital bed, deliriously dreaming of her daughter Cosette.]. . Fantine. Cosette, it's turned so cold. Cosette, it's past your bedtime.
(music by Lesley Gore, words by Ellen Weston). No sad songs anymore. NO sad songs anymore. They're gone. Oh I've said it before. But I was never so sure before.
[Young Cosette is working as a drudge in the Thenardier's inn at Montfermeil.]. . Young Cosette:. There is a castle on a cloud,. I like to go there in my sleep,.
(Enjolras is addressing the revolutionaries). Enjolras:. Here upon theses stones we will build our barricade. In the heart of the city we claim as our own.
[Valjean is standing over Marius at the barricade.]. . Valjean. God on high. Hear my prayer. In my need. You have always been there. He is young. He's afraid.