[Enjolras is addressing the revolutionaries.] Enjolras Here upon these stones We will build our barricade In the heart of the city We claim as our own
(Enjolras is addressing the revolutionaries) ENJOLRAS Here upon these stones We will build our barricade In the heart of the city We claim as our own
GAVROCHE Liar! Good evening, dear inspector Lovely evening, my dear. I know this man, my friends His name is Inspector Javert So don't believe a word
STUDENTS Now we pledge ourselves to hold this barricade Let them come in their legions and they will be met! Have faith in yourselves And don't be afraid
(Enjolras is addressing the revolutionaries) Enjolras: Here upon theses stones we will build our barricade In the heart of the city we claim as our own
News travels fast in a small desert town So it wasn't long at all before the word got around That a killin' mad car was headed their way So the sheriff
Go! Go! Go! Walk into the party, didn't know who you are, Said quick quick on the living room floor, All I know is about three fucking chords,
Six guns alone and a emotional avalanche Six bottles of rum and a kilo full of character change I don't have to come out on my own Barricade {chorus
I did not take to analysis so I had to make up my mind And hold it for a while I would not just leave you without a kiss But I guess there must come
I, rebel music I, rebel music Why can't we roam this open country Oh why can't we be what we want to be We want to be free 3 o'clock-roadblock, curfew
Rehearse the memories and practice all the lines. Play it one last time and then erase the tapes. And I wonder: could you ever feel the way you did before
For instance, if someone feels miserable, I don't feel anything Anyway, people only cares about themselves I don't want to hear beautiful words We help
Trapped on the terraces, I looked at you and knew You were the only thing that mattered There was no one for me but you In Harmony Street we beat a man
Go! Go! Go! Walked into the party, don't know who we were, Set up quick on the living room floor All I know is about three fucking chords, Drumkit,
Getting what I wanna be, is getting every one away from me Looking right, I look around and see that everyone is seeing sound Get away you looked at me
He stashed a bag of swag In the boot of his beamer Walked into the bar Asked anybody seen her Ten Bag Terry said ''You Heard the news She was waltzing
Tradução: Marley, Bob. Rebel Music (3 O'Clock Barricada).