La Journée est Finie [English translation]

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 less day 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 se 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'll go

Out on the street

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

With enough in you pocket to last for a week

Pay the landlord, pay the shop

Keep on grafting as long as you're able

Keep on grafting 'til you drop

Or it's back to the crumbs off the table

Well 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

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

What is this shouting all about?

Will someone tear these two apart?

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'll 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 where 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 going to end in the gutter

And there's gonna be hell to pay

At the end of the day

I might have known the bitch 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 here about

You play a virgin in the light, but need no urging 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 the girl today

Right my girl, on your way!

• Artist:Les Misérables (Musical)
• Album:Les Misérables