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 goneHere they talked of revolution
Here it was they lit the flame
Here they sang about tomorrow
And tomorrow never cameFrom the table in the corner
They could see a world reborn
And they rose with voices ringing
And I can hear them now!
The very words that they had sung
Became their last communion
On this lonely barricade at dawnOh my friends, my friends forgive me
That I live and you are gone
There's a grief that can't be spoken
There's a pain goes on and onPhantom faces at the windows
Phantom shadows on the floor
Empty chairs at empty tables
Where my friends will meet no moreOh 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
Composição: Claude-Michel Schönberg.
