It is time for us all 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 colour 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!
Now look who's here The little madam herself! Pretending once again she's been 'so awfully good,' Better not let me catch you slacking Better not catch my eye! Ten rotten francs your mother sends me What is that going to buy? Now take that pail My little 'Mademoiselle' And go and draw some water from the well! We should never have taken you in in the first place How stupid the things that we do! Like mother like daughter, the scum of the street. Still here, Cosette? Your tears will do you no good! I told you fetch some water from the well in the wood!
Please do not send me out alone Not in the darkness on my own!
Enough of that, or I'll forget to be nice! You heard me ask for something, And I never ask twice!
"Master of the house"... Isn't worth my spit! "Comforter, philosopher" and lifelong shit! Cunning little brain, regular Voltaire. Thinks he's quite a lover - but there's not much there... What a cruel trick of nature, landed me with such a louse. God knows how I've lasted, living with this bastard in the house!
Is he from heaven or from hell? And does he know that granting me my life today, this man has killed me even so. I am reaching but I fall and the stars are black and cold, as I stare into the void of a world that cannot hold. I'll escape now from that world, from the world of Jean Valjean, there is nowhere I can turn, there is no way to go on!