on my
own, pretending he's beside me,
all
alone, I walk with him 'till morning,
without
him, I feel his arms around me,
and
when I lose my way I close my eyes
and
he has found me...
in the
rain, the pavement shines like silver,
all
the lights are misty in the river,
in
the darkness, the trees are full of starlight,
and
all I see is him and me
for
ever and forever...
and
I know, it's only in my mind,
that
I'm talking to myself and not to him;
and
although I know that he is blind,
still
I say: there's a way for us -
I love
him, but when the night is over,
he
is gone, the river's just a river.
without
him, the world around me changes:
the
trees are bare and everywhere
the
streets are full of strangers...
I love
him, but everyday I'm learning,
all
my life, I've only been pretending !
without
me, his world will go on turning;
the
world is full of happiness that I have never known...
I love
him, I love him,
I love
him...
but
only on my own
(from
"Les Misérables" by Boublil)
("LesMisérables"ist ein
faszinierendes Musical -
und ausnahmsweise mal NICHT von
Andrew Lloyd Webber !!)
