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 
And they rose with voices ringing 
I can hear them now! 
The very words that they had sung 
Became their [bad word] 
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...