Music by Claude-Michel Scho:nberg

Original French lyrics by Alain Boublil

Original English lyrics by Herbert Kretzmer



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Who was that boy? What name to curse for leaving you to rot with Esplin?

Any more orders for me, sir? -- he couldn't do one thing you asked him...

And, to add to your plight:

You're still my fav'rite Andalite.



Sometimes you truly wonder why the future's shown as all that rosy.

The propaganda that you've heard can make this whole war sound so cosy,

And it's still being spread

While this filth lives inside your head...



On our own,

We'll squelch this murd'rous fire,

All alone,

We'll conquer the Empire.

Without blood,

Without loss, we'll defeat them,

And if we lose this war, there's still the Ellimist to beat them.



Or, the best:

They deserve better than death,

After all,

They've always been our friends yet...

Sure they've been that,

Your poor, innocent victims,

But what they've done, how far they've gone, is what people will forget.



And you know

It's only in your mind,

But that's still one more mind than there should be...

And although

Without you, he'd be blind,

Still you ask, who's the helpless one?



You know this,

But when a battle's over,

All seems right,

A lesson learned is nowhere.

But, down here,

The war around you rages,

The hosts will fight through ev'ry night, the halls are full of cages!



You know this,

But, ev'ry day, you're learning

All the rest

Have only been pretending!

In silence

Your insides go on churning,

Your mind is full of bloody facts that will never be known!



You know this,

You know this,

You know this,

But, it seems, on your own.