GAVROCHE:
I fell down from the air,
It’s the fault of Voltaire,
My nose is in the stream too,
It’s the fault of Rousseau.
I’m not a notary,
It’s the fault of Voltaire,
I am a little bird too,
It’s the fault of Rousseau.
CHILDREN:
He fell down from the air,
It’s the fault of Voltaire.
His nose is in the stream too,
It’s the fault of Rousseau.
If you’re not a notary,
It’s the fault of Voltaire,
If you’re a little bird too,
It’s the fault of Rousseau.
GAVROCHE:
I fell down from the air,
But even God does not know how come.
I have no father nor mother
Who recognizes me as their child.
I made myself a family
Of lost children too,
Joyous vagabonds of the city
Who have big hearts to boot.
CHILDREN:
He fell down from the air,
It’s the fault of Voltaire.
His nose is in the stream too,
It’s the fault of Rousseau.
Joy is my character,
It’s the fault of Voltaire,
Misery is my destiny,
It’s the fault of Rousseau.
GAVROCHE:
I walk barefoot,
But the feet walk just as well,
I take whatever I want
And pay without problems.
I run away from
The merchants and from their wives.
ALL:
And to catch me
It will take more than one gendarme!
GAVROCHE:
I am known everywhere
From Clignancourt to Belleville.
They love me everywhere,
Save for the sergeants-de-ville.
I take what I see and also what I do not.
It’s useful to know in advance,
What your next meal will be.
Misery is my destiny,
It’s the fault of Rousseau,
CHILDREN:
They’re lazy at Nanterre,
GAVROCHE:
It’s the fault of Voltaire,
CHILDREN:
And stupid at Pallisot
GAVROCHE:
It’s the fault of Rousseau,
CHILDREN:
If you're not a notary,
GAVROCHE:
It's the fault of Voltaire.
CHILDREN:
If you're a little bird too
GAVROCHE:
It's the fault of Rousseau:
ALL:
He fell down from the air,
It’s the fault of Voltaire.
His nose is in the stream too,
It’s the fault of Rousseau.
If you’re not a notary,
It’s the fault of Voltaire,
If you’re a little bird too,
It’s the fault of Rousseau.
If you’re a little bird too,
It’s the fault of Rousseau!