Student: Marius what's wrong with you today?
You look as if you've seen a ghost.
Grantaire: Some wine a say what's going on.
Marius: A ghost you say. A ghost may be.
She was just like a ghost to me.
One minute there, then she was gone.
Grantaire: I am agog. I am aghast.
Is Marius in love at last?
I've never seen him 'oo' and 'ahh.'
We talk of battles to be won
And here he comes like Don Ju-an.
It is better than an opera.
Enjolras: It is time for us all to decide who we are.
Do we fight for a right to a night at the opera now?
Have you asked of yourselves, what's the price you might pay?
Is is simply a game for rich young boys to play?
The color of the world is changing day by day.
Red - the blood of angry men.
Black - the dark of ages past.
Red - a world about to dawn.
Black - the night that ends at last.
Marius: Had you been there tonight you might know how it feels
To be struck to the bone in a moment of breathless delight.
Had you been there tonight you might also have known
how your world may be changed in just one burst of light
And what was right seems wrong and what was wrong seems right.
Grantaire: Red
Marius: I feel my soul on fire!
Grantaire: Black
Marius: My world if she's not there.
Students: Red
Marius: The color of desire.
Students: Black
Marius: The color of despair!
Enjolras: Marius, you're not longer a child.
I do not doubt you mean it well.
But now there is a higher call.
Who cares about your lonely soul?
We strive towards a larger goal.
Our little lives don't count at all.
Enjolras and Students: Red - the blood of angry men
Black - the dark of ages past.
Red - a world about to dawn
Marius joining: Black - the night that ends at last.