Viva la révolution!

Vive la France!

Faded gray peacoat

Blue, white, red patch

A shotgun in its holster

A ringing in my ear

And little recollection

Of how I landed here

Blood of noble comrades

Spilt on ground of humble slums

Furrowed brows of angry soldiers

Marching with imperial hums

I cannot die in battle

But how can I go back home?

As I have seen this revolution

Claim lives not unlike my own

No time to think of my own self

Gunshots ring in the air

I’m abandoning the present

To show the past I care

Grantaire fires through the barricade

Courfeyrac yells to take cover

Little Gavroche runs between my legs

Disregarding his own brother

Enjolras is as the head

His brazen eyes unshaken

He waves the flag, blue white and red

A banner for the lives they’ve taken

These people are my brothers now

I’ll stay and fight the swarm

I cock my gun and bow my head

And march into the storm

And though I may die in battle

For them I will take that chance

Viva la révolution!

Vive la France!