Создатели
ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Энн Хэтэуэй
Исполнитель
Stephen Metcalfe
Исполнитель
Anne Dudley
Фортепиано
Chris Jahnke
Исполнитель
Stephen Brooker
Музыкальный директор
Rael Jones
Первая скрипка
Nick Hill
Программирование
Isobel Griffiths
Оркестр
Lucy Whalley
Оркестр
Rolf Wilson
Главный исполнитель
Skaila Kanga
Арфа
Dave Daniels
Виолончель
Ollie Lewis
Главный исполнитель
Marcus Tilt
Главный исполнитель
Dave Hartley
Главный исполнитель
Adam Langston
Исполнитель
Roger Davison
Фортепиано
Jennifer Whyte
Фортепиано
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Claude-Michel Schönberg
Композитор
Alain Boublil
Композитор
Jean-Marc Natel
Тексты песен
Herbert Kretzmer
Композитор
Stephen Metcalfe
Соаранжировщик
Anne Dudley
Соаранжировщик
Chris Jahnke
Соаранжировщик
Stephen Brooker
Соаранжировщик
Adam Langston
Аранжировщик
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Stephen Metcalfe
Продюсер
Lee McCutcheon
Продюсер
Cameron Mackintosh
Продюсер
Anne Dudley
Продюсер
Claude-Michel Schönberg
Продюсер
Becky Bentham
Руководитель звукозаписи
Gerard McCann
Инженер обработки
John Warhurst
Инженер обработки
James Bellamy
Инженер обработки
Robert Houston
Инженер обработки
Neil Stemp
Инженер обработки
Christoph Bauschinger
Инженер обработки
Matt Robertson
Инженер обработки
David Hearn
Инженер обработки
Jonathan Allen
Миксинг-инженер
Sam O'Kell
Инженер
Simon Rhodes
Инженер
Chris Barrett
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Fiona Cruickshank
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Olga Fitzroy
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Paul Pritchard
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Слова
[Verse 1]
There was a time when men were kind
When their voices were soft
And their words inviting
There was a time when love was blind
And the world was a song
And the song was exciting
There was a time
Then it all went wrong
[Verse 2]
I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high and life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving
[Verse 3]
Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made, used, wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung, no wine untasted
[Verse 4]
But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
As they turn your dream to shame
[Verse 5]
He slept a summer by my side
He filled my days with endless wonder
He took my childhood in his stride
But he was gone when autumn came
[Verse 6]
And still I dream he'll come to me
That we will live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather
[Verse 7]
I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed
The dream
I dreamed
Written by: Alain Boublil, Claude-Michel Schönberg, Herbert Kretzmer

