paroles de chanson Paris / Look Down (Live) - Claude-Michel Schönberg

Look down, and see the beggars at your feet
Look down and show some mercy if you can
Look down and see
The sweepings of the streets
Look down, look down,
Upon your fellow man!

How do you do? My name's Gavroche

These are my people, here's my patch
Not much to look at, nothing posh
Nothing that you'd call up to scratch
This is the land that fought for liberty
Now when we fight, we fight for bread
Here is the thing about equality
Everyone is equal when they're dead
Take your place, take your chance
Vive la France! Vive la France!

Look down, and show some mercy if you can
Look down, look down, upon your fellow man

Where the leaders of the land?
Where are the swells who run this show?

Only one man - and that's Lamarque
Speaks for these people here below

See our children fed
Help us in our shame
Something for a crust of bread
In Holy Jesus' name

In the Lord's Holy name.

In his name, in his name, in his name

Lamarque is ill and fading fast!
Won't last the week out so they say

With all the anger in the land
How long before the judgement day?
Before we cut the fat ones down to size?
Before the barricades arise?

Watch out for old Thenardier
All of his family's on the make
Once ran a hash-house down the way
Bit of a swine and no mistake
He's got a gang
The bleeding layabout
Even his daughter does her share
That's Eponine, she knows her way about
Only a kid, but hard to scare
Do we care?
Not a cuss!
Long live us, long live us!

Look down, and show some mercy if you can
Look down, look down, upon your fellow man!

These bloody students on our street
Here they come slumming once again
Our Eponine would kiss their feet
She never had a scrap of brain

Hey Eponine, what's up today?
I haven't seen you much about

Here you can always catch me in

Mind the police don't catch you out

Hey whatchu do with all these books
I could have been a student too
Don't judge a girl on how she looks
I know a lot of things I do

Poor Eponine, the things you know
You wouldn't find in books like these

I like the way you grow your hair

I like the way you always tease

Little he knows
Little he sees