Enjolras
Grantaire it's turned so cold
Grantaire the Musain is closing
You've drunk the day away
And soon it will be night
Come with me, another day is dying
Don't you see Chowder's glare appearing
Soon unconsciousness will come without a warning
And I will take you to your bed and smack you in the morning
Grantaire
Oh Enjolras! The wine is running out
But Enjolras, I swear this on my life
Enjolras
Look Grantaire! I've smashed another bottle
Grantaire
Be at peace! Please desist from my wine
Enjolras
Your absinthe will live in my protection
Grantaire
Don't take it now
Enjolras
This absinthe will never ever be drunk
Grantaire
Good Monsieur, you are the God Apollo!
Enjolras
And none will ever drink this wine as long as I am living
Grantaire
Take my hand – the world goes ever blurry
Enjolras
And I will give you scorn
Grantaire
Give the bottle; I give me to your keeping
Enjolras
I've smashed it on the floor!
Grantaire
For Gods' sake, you do that so incessantly
And tell Chowder I love her and I'll see her when I wake!
(We did do confrontation, but we lost the counterpoint part, mysteriously...so, it will arrive soon!)