[00:00.000] 作词 : Alain Boublil/Claude-Michel Schönberg
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Alain Boublil/Claude-Michel Schönberg
[00:07.167]There's a grief that can't be spoken
[00:12.856]There's a pain goes on and on
[00:17.615]Empty chairs at empty tables
[00:21.356]Now my friends are dead and gone
[00:28.357]Here they talked of revolution
[00:33.316]Here it was they lit the flame
[00:38.320]Here they sang about tomorrow
[00:42.070]And tomorrow never came
[00:50.017]From the table in the corner
[00:54.520]They could see a world reborn
[00:59.012]And they rose with voices ringing
[01:03.759]And I can hear them now!
[01:07.512]The very words that they had sung
[01:13.514]Became their last communion
[01:20.399]On the lonely barricade at dawn
[01:28.157]Oh my friends, my friends, forgive me
[01:32.905]That I live and you are gone
[01:37.907]There's a grief that can't be spoken
[01:41.902]There's a pain goes on and on
[01:47.782]Phantom faces at the window
[01:52.266]Phantom shadows on the floor
[01:56.771]Empty chairs at empty tables
[02:00.266]Where my friends will meet no more
[02:06.553]Oh my friends, my friends, don't ask me
[02:13.634]What your sacrifice was for
[02:18.393]Empty chairs at empty tables
[02:22.145]Where my friends will sing no more

作词 : Alain Boublil/Claude-Michel Schönberg
作曲 : Alain Boublil/Claude-Michel Schönberg
There's a grief that can't be spoken
There's a pain goes on and on
Empty chairs at empty tables
Now my friends are dead and gone
Here they talked of revolution
Here it was they lit the flame
Here they sang about tomorrow
And tomorrow never came
From the table in the corner
They could see a world reborn
And they rose with voices ringing
And I can hear them now!
The very words that they had sung
Became their last communion
On the lonely barricade at dawn
Oh my friends, my friends, forgive me
That I live and you are gone
There's a grief that can't be spoken
There's a pain goes on and on
Phantom faces at the window
Phantom shadows on the floor
Empty chairs at empty tables
Where my friends will meet no more
Oh my friends, my friends, don't ask me
What your sacrifice was for
Empty chairs at empty tables
Where my friends will sing no more