(these are at the same time, but the computer is being stupid)
Enjolras
There is a barricade on a cloud
I like to go there when I think
Aren't any winecasks to dishonour me
Not on my barricade on a cloud
There is a room that's filled with Ami
There are a million boys and girls
Nobody scorns the revolution
Not on my barricade on a cloud
There's the Republic – red white and blue
Embraces France with a lullaby
She's nice to see and she's for the people
She says, "Enjolras, now will you fight for me?"
I know a place where no one drinks
I know a place with no absinthe
Drinking at all is not allowed
Not on my barricade on a cloud
Grantaire
There is a café on a cloud
I like to go there when I drink (Enjolras: have you picked out furniture yet?)
Aren't any glasses for me to break (just bottles)
Not in my café on a cloud
There is a room that's full of casks
There are a hundred boys and girls (wink)
Nobody shouts or talks too loud (ow! my head...)
Not in my café on a cloud
There is Enjolras all in white
Holds me and sings a lullaby
He's nice to see and he's soft to touch ;)
He says, "Grantaire, I love you very much."
I know a place without hangovers
I know a place where no one scorns
Scorning at all is not allowed
Not in my café on a cloud
(the little comments except for this one, and the first one, obviously are them, not me)