Feuilly: Drink with me, to days gone by.
Sing with me the songs we knew.
Provaire: Here's to pretty girls who went to our heads
Joly: Here's to witty girls who went to our beds
Men: Here's to them and here's to you
Grantaire:
Drink with me to days gone by,
Can it be you fear to die?
Will the world remember you when you fall?
Cold it be your death means nothing at all?
Is your life just one more lie?
Men: drink with me
women: drink with me
men: to days
Women: to days
Men: gone by
Women: Gone by
Men: to the life
Women: to the life
men: that used
Women: that used
men: to be
Women: to be. at the shrine of friendship never say die
Both: let the wine of friendship never run dry
Men: here's to you
Women: here's to you
Men: and here's
Women: and here's
Men: to me
Women: to me
Marius: do I care if I should die,
now she goes across the sea?
Life without cosette means nothing at all.
Would you weep cosette if Marius fall?
Will you weep cosette, for me?
