ABC Café / Red and black – Paroles de la chanson – Les Misérables.

Fiche technique.

Musique : Claude-Michel Schönberg.
Label : Universal Republic / Republic Records.
Sortie : 21 décembre 2012 / 19 mars 2013.
Film : Les Misérables.

ABC Café / Red and black.

Interprétée par Eddie Redmayne et Aaron Tveit.

(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.
We need a sign.
To rally the people.
To call them to arms.
To bring them in line.

Marius, wake up.
What’s wrong today?
You look as if you’ve seen a ghost.
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, 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.
And here he comes like Don Juan.
It’s better than an opera.

(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 this simply a game.
For a rich young boy to play?
The colours 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.

(Marius)
Had you seen her today.
You might know how it feels.
To be struck to the bone.
In a moment of breathless delight.
Had you been there today.
You might also have known.
How your world may be changed.
In just one burst of light.
And what was right seems wrong.
And what was wrong seems right.

(Révolutionnaires)
Red.

(Marius)
I feel my soul on fire.

(Révolutionnaires)
Black.

(Marius)
My world if she’s not there.

(Révolutionnaires)
Red.

(Marius)
It’s the colour of desire.

(Révolutionnaires)
Black.

(Marius)
It’s the colour of despair.

(Enjolras)
Marius, you’re 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.

(Révolutionnaires)
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.

Listen everybody.

(Gavroche)
General Lamarque is dead.

(Enjolras)
Lamarque! His death is the hour of fate.
The people’s man.
His death is the sign we await.

On his funeral day, they will honour his name.
With the light of rebellion ablaze in their eyes.
With their candles of grief we will kindle our flame.
On the tomb of Lamarque shall our barricade rise.

(Révolutionnaires)
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 jubilant shout.
They will come one and all.
They will come when we call.