you'll always be a slave

look down, look down

you're standing in your grave

I know she'll wait, I know that she'll be true

look down, look down. they're all forgotten you

I've done no wrong

sweet Jesus hear my prayer

look down, look down

sweet Jesus doesn't care

singing the song of angry men

it is the music of the people who will not be slaves again

when the beating of the heart

echoes the beating of the drums

there is a life about to start when tomorrow comes

gone by

When hope was high and life worth living

I dreamed that love would never die

I dreamed that G-d would be forgiving

And I was young and unafraid

And dreams were made and used and wasted

There was no ransom to be paid

No song unsung no wine untasted

But the tigers came at night

With their  voice as soft as thunder

As they tear your hope apart

As they turn your dream to shame...

And still I dream he'll come to me

That we will live the years together

But there are dreams that cannot be

And there are storms we cannot weather

Oh, how I dreamed my life would be

So different from this hell I'm living...

can I condemn this man to slavery

pretend I'm not the man I used to be

or must my name until I diei

be no more than an alibi

must I lie?

Can I conceal myself forevermore

pretend I'm not the man I was before?

my soul belongs to G-d Iknow

I made a bargain long ago

He gave me hope when hope was gone

He game me strength to journey on

Who am I?

Who am I?

I'm Jean Valjean!

(בדקתי עכשיו וזה די מבולבל - הקודם מדויק יותר)

כתבתי מה שזכרתי

נחמד לראות שיש כאן מישהו שיודע על מה אני שרה

זו אולי התגובה הראשונה שלי בנסיו"פ אי פעם מרוב שרציתי להצטרף אלייך!

(ואחת הפעמים הבודדות שהצצתי לפה, מרוב שיש לי עבודה אחרת לעשות )

(אה, נו, אבל זו המהות של נסיופ. למשוך אליו אנשים כשיש דברים אחרים לעשות. אני בכלל צריכה ללכת לישון)

הגעתי לפה כי יש לי יותר מדי דברים אחרים על הראש

ליל מנוחה!