歌手:Claude-Michel Schönberg
专辑:《Les Miserables: Complete Symphonic Recordings》

At the end of the day you're another day older
And that's all you can say for the life of the poor

It's a struggle, it's a war
And there's nothing that anyone's giving
One more day standing about, what is it for?

One day less to be living.

At the end of the day you're another day colder

And the shirt on your back doesn't keep out the chill

And the righteous hurry past
They don't hear the little ones crying

And the winter is coming on fast, ready to kill

One day nearer to dying!

At the end of the day there's another day dawning

And the sun in the morning is waiting to rise

Like the waves crash on the sand
Like a storm that'll break any second
There's a hunger in the land
There's a reckoning still to be reckoned and

There's gonna be hell to pay

At the end of the day!

At the end of the day you get nothing for nothing

Sitting flat on your butt doesn't buy any bread

There are children back at home
And the children have got to be fed
And you're lucky to be in a job
And in a bed!

And we're counting our blessings!

Have you seen how the foreman is fuming today?

With his terrible breath and his wandering hands?

It's because little Fantine won't give him his way
Take a look at his trousers, you'll see where he stands!
And the boss, he never knows
That the foreman is always in heat
If Fantine doesn't look out
Watch how she goes

She'll be out on the street!

At the end of the day it's another day over

With enough in your pocket to last for a week

Pay the landlord, pay the shop
Keep on grafting as long as you're able

Keep on grafting till you drop
Or it's back to the crumbs off the table
You've got to pay your way

At the end of the day!

And what have we here, little innocent sister?

Come on Fantine, let's have all the news!

Ooh..."Dear Fantine you must send us more money...
Your child needs a doctor...
There's no time to lose..."
Give that letter to me
It is none of your business

With a husband at home
And a bit on the side!

Is there anyone here
Who can swear before God
She has nothing to fear?
She has nothing to hide?

Will someone tear these two apart
What is this fighting all about?
This is a factory, not a circus!

Now, come on ladies, settle down

I run a business of repute
I am the Mayor of this town

I look to you to sort this out
And be as patient as you can
Now someone say how this began!

At the end of the day
She's the one who began it!

There's a kid that she's hiding
In some little town

There's a man she has to pay
You can guess how she picks up the extra
You can bet she's earning her keep
Sleeping around

And the boss wouldn't like it!

Yes it's true there's a child
And the child is my daughter

And her father abandoned us
Leaving us flat

Now she lives with an innkeeper man
And his wife
And I pay for the child
What's the matter with that?

At the end of the day
She'll be nothing but trouble

And there's trouble for all
When there's trouble for one!

While we're earning our daily bread

She's the one with her hands in the butter
You must send the slut away
Or we're all gonna end in the gutter
And it's us who'll have to pay

At the end of the day!

I might have known the ***** could bite
I might have known the cat had claws
I might have guessed your little secret

Ah yes, the virtuous Fantine
Who keeps herself so pure and clean
You'd be the cause I had no doubt

Of any trouble hereabout
You play a virgin in the light
But need no urgin' in the night.
She's been laughing at you
While she's having her men
She'll be nothing but trouble again and again
You must sack her today
Sack the girl today!

Right my girl. On your way!