Look down [How do you do? My name's Gavroche!] [Belarusian translation]

How do you do? My name's Gavroche!

These are my people, here's my patch.

Not much to look at, nothing posh.

Nothing that you'd call up to scratch.

This is my school, my high society,

Here in the slums of Saint Michele.

We live on crumbs of humble piety,

Tough on the teeth, but what the hell.

Think you're poor, think you're free,

Follow me. FOLLOW ME!

There was a time we killed the king,

We tried to change the world too fast,

Now we've got another king,

He's no better than the last.

This is the land that fought for liberty,

Now when we fight, we fight for bread.

Here is the thing about equality,

Everyone's equal when they're dead.

Take your place, Take your chance

Vive la France, vive la France!

• Artist:Les Misérables (Musical)