I Dreamed A Dream — J'avais revé [Les Misérables] - Claude-Michel Schönberg; Alain Boublil / Susan Boyle

I Dreamed A Dream — J'avais revé

[Les Misérables]

(1980)

© 2005 photo (& graphic arts; animation & design) by Carmen Ezgeta: Dolina kraljeva (u blizini Luxora), Egipat; 2005.
The Valley of the Kings near Luxor in the south of Egypt; 2005

excellent performed by: Susan Boyle [ Britain's Got Talent; April 11, 2009 ]

(1961)

music: Claude-Michel Schönberg; lyrics: Alain Boublil

(1944) (1941)

lyrics (English):

Herbert Kretzmer

Herbert Kretzmer

(1925 - 2020)

Les Misérables; French pronunciation: colloquially known as Les Mis or Les Miz, is a musical composed in 1980 by the French composer Claude-Michel Schönberg
with a libretto by Alain Boublil.
Sung through, it is perhaps the most famous of all French musicals and one of the most performed musicals worldwide.

The musical is based on the 1862 novel Les Misérables by Victor Hugo (1802-1885).
Set in early 19th-century France, it follows the intertwining stories of a cast of characters as they struggle for redemption and revolution.

"I Dreamed a Dream" — "J'avais revé" is a solo sung by Fantine during the first act.
Most of the music is soft and melancholy, but towards the end becomes louder and taut with frustration and anguish
as she cries aloud about the wretched state of her life and her unfair mistreatment.

Why the Valley of the Kings is special

Most of the pharaohs of the 18th and 19th Dynasties in the New Kingdom (circa 1570-1080 BC) were interred in the parched Valley of the Kings,
near Luxor and the Nile River in Egypt.
The individual royal tombs were chiseled deep into steep, solid-rock slopes and, after the burial ceremonies, "permanently" sealed.

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© 2005 photo by Carmen Ezgeta: Dolina kraljeva (u blizini Luxora), Egipat - The Valley of the Kings near Luxor in the south of Egypt; 2005

   There was a time, when men were kind
   And their voices were soft
   And their words were inviting
   There was a time, when love was blind
   And the world was a song
   And the song was exciting
   There was a time it all went wrong

I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high and life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving

   Then I was young and unafraid
   And dreams were made and used and wasted
   There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung, no wine untasted

   But the tigers come at night
   With their voices soft as thunder
   As they turn your hope apart
As they turn your dreams to shame

He slept a summer by my side
He filled my dreams with endless wonder
He took my childhood in his stride
But he was gone when autumn came

And still I dream he'd come to me
That we would live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather

   I had a dream my life would be
   So different from the hell I'm living
   So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed

Doux Seigneur,
   Que vous ai-je fait,
   Pour que plus je tombe,
   Et plus vous me
   laissiez tomber?
   J'avais revé d'un coeur si grand,
   Que le mien y trouve place
   Pour un bonheur a partager.
   Doux Seigneur,
   Que vous ai-je fait?

J'avais revé d'une autre vie
Quand ma vie passait
Comme un reve.
J'étais prete
A toutes les folies,
A toutes les passions

Qui se levent.
J'étais si jeune, ou est le mal?
Je voulais rire,
Aimer et vivre,
Danser jusqu'a la fin du bal,
Ivre du bonheur d'etre libre.

   Mais les loups rodent dans la nuit;
   Et l'un d'eux flairait ma trace.
   Moi, j'ai comblé l'appétit
   Du premier voleur qui passe.

Il a accoutumé ma vie
A la chaleur de sa présence.
Et puis un jour il est parti
En m'ayant volé mon enfance.

   Parfois je reve de lui encore:
   Il me supplie et il regrette.
   Mais le reve s'éteint a l'aurore,
Comme les lampions d'un soir de fete.

   J'avais revé d'une autre vie.
   A peine commencée elle s'acheve.
   J'avais revé d'une autre vie,
   Mais la vie a tué
Mes reves.