MARIUS' DREAM
Marius remembers the revolution.
My friends,
They are gone.
Like the river after a drought or
The light that was on
Until the night came,
Coldly and silently.
Then my friends did not expect
The guns.
Bam! Bam!
They were gone.
Eponine too.
Gone like the river after a drought or
The light that was on
Until night came
Coldly and silently
And then came death with guns in the air.