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[анжольрас контрабас]

The Ballad of Grantaire

There once was a raven-haired lad
A cynic by the name of Grantaire
His only love was another man
An Apollo-like god with golden hair

(Refrain)
His hand always outstretched
His love always denied
The cynic’s whispered regret
“Would that he were mine”

Grantaire was no more than a drunk
A cynic with no ambition
The cruel world had left his heart shrunk
A truly terminal condition


His hand always outstretched
His love always denied
The cynic’s whispered regret
“Would that he were mine”

Enjolras was his opposite half
That thing which would make him whole
Too bad he was scorned with a laugh
That Grantaire felt in his soul

His hand always outstretched
His love always denied
The cynic’s whispered regret
“Would that he were mine”

So Grantaire drank more and more
Mocking Enjolras whene’er he could
Waking up more than once from the floor
Feeling more alone than he ever should

His hand always outstretched
His love always denied
The cynic’s whispered regret
“Would that he were mine”

As revolution began to build
Grantaire felt even more alone
All his friends would surely be killed
And Apollo himself would be dethroned

His hand always outstretched
His love always denied
The cynic’s whispered regret
“Would that he were mine”

Perhaps it was complete folly
But Grantaire decided to stay
To drink and pretend to be jolly
Til he were to die that fateful day

His hand always outstretched
His love always denied
The cynic’s whispered regret
“Would that he were mine”

Far too soon it came to pass
The barricades he did dread
The National Guard advanced, alas
To kill all the school boys dead

His hand always outstretched
His love always denied
The cynic’s whispered regret
“Would that he were mine”

By miracle and drink Grantaire
Was not killed on the barricade
But when he saw Enjolras standing there
His final decision was made

His hand always outstretched
His love always denied
The cynic’s whispered regret
“Would that he were mine”

He shouted “I am one of them!”
The morn of that fateful day
With no words left between the men
When he was permitted to stay

(Final Refrain)
Enjolras’s hand finally outstretched
Grantaire’s love no more denied
Neither man filled with regret
When hand-in-hand they died

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И вот этот

“Where you go, I will follow you”
The words are soft and spoken true
From Grantaire to his Apollo
The love he will always follow

Enjolras rolls his eyes so blue
“Where you go, I will follow you”
The words are folly when spoken
By a man who is so broken

Yet he looks earnest and sober
Enjolras almost won over
“Where you go, I will follow you”
Enjolras wants to think it’s true

And there’s something about Grantaire
Something Enjolras could ne’er share
And Enjolras knows that it’s true
Where R went, he’d follow him, too

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@темы: All u need is love, Enjolras, my love!