| He thinks that man is me, | |
| Without a second glance, | |
| This stranger he has found, | |
| This man could be my chance, | |
| Why should I save his hide? | |
| Why should I right this wrong? | |
| When I have come so far, | |
| And struggled for so long, | |
| If I speak I am condemned, | |
| If I stay silent I am damned. | |
| I am the master of hundred of workers, | |
| They all look to me, | |
| Can I abandon them? | |
| How will they live if I am not free? | |
| If I speak they are condemned, | |
| If I stay silent I am damned. | |
| Who am I? | |
| Can I condemn this man to slavery? | |
| Pretend I do not feel his agony? | |
| This innocent who wears my face, | |
| Who goes to judgement in my place. | |
| Who am I? | |
| Can I conceal myself forever more? | |
| Pretend I'm not the man I was before? | |
| And must my name until I die be no more than an allibi? | |
| Must I lie? | |
| How can I ever face my fellow man? | |
| How can I ever face myself again? | |
| My soul belongs to God I know, | |
| I made that bargain long ago, | |
| He gave me hope when hope was gone, | |
| He gave me strength to journey on. | |
| Who am I? Who am I? I'm Jean Valjean. | |
| And so today you see it's true, | |
| This man bears no more guilt than you. | |
| Who am I? 24601. |