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  • Текст песни Les Miserables - Prologue - Work Song



    1815, Toulon, France. The chain gang, overseen by brutal warders, works in the sun.]

    Prisoners
    Look down, look down
    Don't look 'em in the eye
    Look down, look down,
    You're here until you die
    The sun is strong
    It's hot as hell below
    Look down, look down,
    There's twenty years to go
    I've done no wrong!
    Sweet Jesus hear my prayer!
    Look down, look down,
    Sweet Jesus doesn't care
    I know she'll wait,
    I know that she'll be true!
    Look down, look down,
    They've all forgotten you
    When I get free ya won't see me
    Here for dust!
    Look down, look down
    Don't look 'em in the eye
    How long O Lord
    Before you let me die?
    Look down, look down,
    You'll always be a slave
    Look down, look down,
    You're standing in your grave

    Javert
    Now bring me prisoner 24601
    Your time is up
    And your parole's begun
    You know what that means

    Valjean
    Yes, it means I'm free

    Javert
    NO!
    It means you get
    Your yellow ticket-of-leave
    You are a thief

    Valjean
    I stole a loaf of bread!

    Javert
    You robbed a house!

    Valjean
    I broke a window pane!
    My sister's child was close to death
    And we were starving!

    Javert
    And you will starve again
    Unless you learn the meaning of the law.

    Valjean
    I know the meaning of these 19 years
    A slave of the law

    Javert
    Five years for what you did
    The rest because you tried to run
    Yes 24601

    Valjean
    My name is Jean Valjean

    Javert
    And I am Javert
    Do not forget my name
    Do not forget me
    24601

    Chorus
    Look down, look down
    You will always be a slave
    Look down, look down
    You're standing in your grave.

    Valjean
    Freedom is mine. The earth is still.
    I feel the wind. I breathe again.
    And the sky clears, the world is waiting.
    Drink from the pool. How clean the taste
    Never forget the years, the waste.
    Nor forgive them, for what they've done.
    They are the guilty, everyone.
    The day begins...
    And now lets see
    What this new world
    Will do for me!

    [He finds work on a farm.]

    Farmer
    You'll have to go
    I'll pay you off for the day
    Collect your bits and pieces there
    And be on your way.Valjean
    You've given me half
    What the other men get!
    This handful of tin
    Wouldn't buy my sweat!

    Laborer
    You broke the law
    It's there for people to see
    Why should you get the same
    As honest men like me?

    Valjean
    Now every door is closed to me
    Another jail, another key, another chain
    For when I come to any town
    They check my papers
    And they find the mark of Cain
    In their eyes, I see their fear:
    `We do not want you here.'

    [He comes to an inn.]

    Innkeeper's Wife
    My rooms are full
    And I've no supper to spare
    I'd like to help a stranger
    All we want is to be fair

    Valjean
    I will pay in advance
    I can sleep in a barn
    You see how dark it is
    I'm not some kind of dog!

    Innkeeper
    You leave my house
    Or feel the weight of my rod
    We're law-abiding people here
    Thanks be to God.

    [They throw him out.]

    Valjean
    And now I know how freedom feels
    The jailer always at your heels
    It is the law!
    This piece of paper in my hand
    That makes me cursed throughout the land
    It is the law!
    Like a cur
    I walk the street
    The dirt beneath my feet.

    [He sits down despairingly outside a house from which emerges the Bishop of Digne.]

    Bishop
    Come in, Sir, for you are weary
    And the night is cold out there.
    Though our lives are very humble
    What we have, we have to share.
    There is wine here to revive you,
    There is bread to make you strong,
    There's a bed to rest till morning,
    Rest from pain, and rest from wrong.

    Valjean
    He let me eat my fill
    I had the lion's share
    The silver in my hand
    Cost twice what I had earned
    In all those nineteen years
    That lifetime of despair
    And yet he trusted me.
    The old fool trusted me -
    He's done his bit of good
    I played the grateful serf
    And thanked him like I should
    But when the house was still,
    I got up in the night
    Took the silver
    Took my flight!

    [Taking the silver cup, he runs off, but is brought back by two constables.]