[Marius, recovering from his wounds, imagines he's back at the ABC cafe.]
Marius
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.
As the rose their voices ringing.
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,
[The ghosts of those who died on the barricade appear.]
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.
[The ghosts fade away.]
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...
