Текст песни 24601 - Thaurorod

24601

Here I roam abandoned by the world
Trying to find a barn’s open door
Cold night is closing in while I walk
Pile of hay to lay down to rest until dawn
No tavern will take me their guest
A starving man without any rest
Finally an old man warm and kind
Endows me shelter, feast and bed overnight
Acts of a criminal man
Old man with his mercy will stand
What is this chaos in my head?
The good and the evil contend
My head is clear
I know the way
I leave behind my wicked name
I have a goal
I’m on my way
Henceforth I help the poor and frail
Calls Javert
My name was Jean Valjean
24 601, 19 Years I’ve done
Now I’m free
My name is not Valjean
Who is this law’s haunted man
Accused for the crimes in my past
If I will speak I’m condemned
Silence and I will be damned
Am I the satan in paradise
If I stay here to live my life
And if I go to hell again
Will I be an angel there instead
Calls Javert
My name is Jean Valjean
Calls out Javert
My name is Jean Valjean
I have come to take all the blame
I need to go for a promise I’ve made
I will return for judgement of law
Was not aware
This child’s the new meaning to war
Calls Javert
My name is Jean Valjean
Calls out Javert
My name is Jean Valjean
Calls Javert
My name is Jean Valjean
Calls out Javert
My name is Jean Valjean
On my dying bed I can tell
Time has come to join with my dear friends
I will die but my life is fulfilled
Let me go to eternal rest and you live on