See the soldiers dying one by one
Enjolras blew the smoke of his gun
The rebels cheer; They think they've won
Then came the sun.
The rebels dying in the streets
Never once did they retreat
Even noble in their defeat
Another day is complete.
Blood shimmers on their cheeks
Chorusing down in crimson streaks
As if they cry with voices weak
"Vive le republique"
The people of Paris ignore their yell
And continue to live in their personal Hell
With nothing but bodies and heartache to sell
Will another ever really rebel?
Will the people of Paris see the sun
And know that they have truly won?
Laughing again, one by one,
"There comes the sun!"