At Notredam the sections are prepared.
At Rudebach they're straining at the leash.
Students workers everyone,
there's a river on the run.
Like the flowing of the tide.
Paris coming to our side.
The time is near,
so near is stiring the blood in their brains.
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 which we never can match.
It is easy to sit here and swat them 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 your late.
What's wrong today?
You look as if you've seen a ghost.
Some wine and say what's going on?
A ghost you say, a ghost may be.
She was just like a ghost to me.
One minute there, then she was gone.
I am agog, I am aghast.
Is Marius in love at last?
I've never heard him ooh, and aah.
You talk of battles to be won,
but here he comes like Don Juon,
It is better than an opera.
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 yourself what's the price you might pay.
Is this simply a game for rich young boys to play?
The colors of the world,
are 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.
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.
I feel my soul on fire.
Black,
My world when she's not there.
The color of desire.
Black,
The color of despair.
Marius, you are 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 towards a larger goal,
our little lives don't count at all.
the blood of angry men.
Black,
the dark of ages past.
A world about to dawn.
Black,
The night that ends at last.
Well Couferyrac, do we have all the guns.
Be Combfere, our time is running short.
Graintaire put the bottle down!
Do we have the gus we need?
Give me brandy on my breath, and I'll breathe them all to death.
Listen EVERYBODY!
General Lamarque is dead!
Lamarque is dead,
Lamarque, his death is the hour of fate.
The peoples man,
his death, is the sign we await.
On his funeral day they will honor his name.
With a light of rebellion a blaze in their eyes.
On their candles of grief we will kindle our flame.
On the tomb of Lamarque shall our barraicade 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.
With a jubilent shout!
They will come one and all,
They will come when we call!

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