Javert's Suicide (ジャヴェールの自殺) - Claude-Michel Schönberg

Written by：Herbert Kretzmer/Claude-Michel Schönberg

Who is this man

What sort of devil is he

To have me caught in a trap

And choose to let me go free

It was his hour at last

To put a seal on my fate

Wipe out the past

And wash me clean off the slate

All it would take

Was a flick of his knife

Vengeance was his

And he gave me back my life

Damned if I'll live in the debt of a thief

Damned if I'll yield at the end of the chase

I am the Law and the Law is not mocked

I'll spit his pity right back in his face

There is nothing on earth that we share

It is either Valjean or Javert

How can I now allow this man

To hold dominion over me

This desperate man whom I have hunted

He gave me my life He gave me freedom

I should have perished by his hand

It was his right

It was my right to die as well

Instead I live but live in hell

And my thoughts fly apart

Can this man be believed

Shall his sins be forgiven

Shall his crimes be reprieved

And must I now begin to doubt

Who never doubted all these years

My heart is stone and still it trembles

The world I have known is lost in shadow

Is he from heaven or from hell

And does he know

That granting me my life today

This man has killed me even so

I am reaching but I fall

And the stars are black and cold

As I stare into the void

Of a world that cannot hold

I'll escape now from the world

From the world of Jean Valjean

There is nowhere I can turn

There is no way to g