A keresés eredménye oldal 2

God be merciful

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I don’t know if you listen
If you can hear me
Don’t know if it is any use
To turn to you
Yes i know i’m a gyspy
I should be silent now
But i look and you and think
Where you once an outcast, also you
 
God be merciful, just for a while
Help them that lives of the bottom of society
God be merciful, give the humans worth
Show them the care, they refuse them here
 
I ask for gold, i ask for power
i ask for glory and wisdom and splendor
A carefree life, yes more then that
My god, bless and carry me forever
 
I demand nothing, i find way
But many are not as strong as I
Help us down here, to understand
You care about us, big as small
God be merciful, to your small
 

God help the outcasts

I don't think you want to hear me
For I am a gypsy
I don't think I know, how to beg you
I can not see you.
 
I always imagined myself
I do not live with virtue
I see your face and I wonder
What did you do?
 
God helps you, live with faith,
Mercy they ask of you, they want to see love
Look at my people, they trust you
The outcasts pray to live
 
What should I do to be famous?
Look with glory where it is
I want love to own
I ask God with faith my blessings
 
I do not ask for anything, I know how to survive
But there are many others that are not like that
Save my people from their terrible fate
I think they are all children of God
 
God's children are outcasts
 

Hearts without homes

I don't even know if you listen to me
If you are even there
In the sky or on the side of the road
I do not pray for me
They say i'm just a little
But if i remember right
For you it was not all pink
and misery on the way
 
Like the poor bells that the wind carries
Fists in the pockets punished them with life
And their hands cling to hope fled
 
You gave a little help
To those who have the good life
But now they repel us
It scares them rags
And rage in the heart
 
Let those poor bells run away, let us curse
The nothings in the pockets punished them for life
There's something wrong with beggars
And their hands cling to hope fled
 
I do not blame you but look here
And ring the bells for all the banished
 

God be merciful

I don't know if you listen
If you can hear me
Don't know if it's any use
To turn to you
They say to me i'm an outcast
I should be silent now
But I look at you and think
Were you also outcasted, also you
 
Gud be merciful, just for a while
Help the ones that lives on the bottom of society
Gud be merciful, give the humans worth
Show them the care
They refuse them here
 
I demand nothing, I find way
But many are not as strong as I
So god be merciful
And give them your worth
They are also
All god's children
 
Is there a speciel reason for
The fate that we have recieved
For that the ones that miss nothing
They fear us
Avoid us
Are always to small
 
God be merciful, against big and small
Help us find the way we are supposed to walk
Adversity and penury can turn off every hope
You who created us
Hear our cry
 
The miserable, the weak
Who search for your worth
They are also
All god's children
 

God your children

I do not know if you want to hear it and you exists
I do not know if such a god loves Gypsies like me
We do not belong to outcasts and outlaws
But I see in your eyes, you were an outcast too
 
God, your children are imploring you
Show them the mercy they never knew
They need the power to understand this world
God, your children they want to see you
 
God, I do not ask for anything
But I know so many much poorer than me
Hungry despised hated harassed
Did you forget we are hanging on you
 
I do not know if your blessing
Applies to all people
But allow me to question
God say who should bear this
 
God, your children they only know anger
And sometimes they wish they were never born
Tired desperate do not give up
Or listen to the children or you'll kick them out
 
We hope we pray
We need you here
Did you forget
We are hanging on you
 

Out There (Hetalia Multilanguage)

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Spending one day there with them
Out there, there in the sunshine
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Outside
Strokes the warm sun
My skin
If I can get to live
When I see the peole of down there.
 
Among milers and painters living their lives
Without being locked up or restrained
Everyday I can hear their argumenting and quarrelling
They have forgotten the gift God gave them
I would, if I were like you/her enjoying the moment
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Outside
That would be blissful
A bit of walking
 
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The innocence here
 
Without looking back
without asking for anything else
I'll have spent one day
Out There!
 

May god help with his mercy

I don't know if you can hear me
I don't know if you're there.
My prayer is so humble
How can I speak to you?
But you've got a human face
of blood, crying and light.
If I am only a gypsy
More outcast you were.
 
May god help with his mercy
the outcasts in their loneliness
All my people in whom will they trust?
God help us
or nobody will
 
(I ask for faith, I ask for power)
(I ask for glory, fame and knowledge)
(I ask for love, and for health)
(I ask for god only to bless me)
 
I ask for nothing, only to go on
But there are those who can't just live
Give my people your blessing
Keep those children in your heart
Also my people are children of God
 

There

Frollo:
That world is wicked and cruel
You don't have any other friends at all
I'll always be with you
 
Keep you with me, read, feed, dress you
See your face without fear
I can't protect you
If you're not with me at all
Forever
 
Remember what I have taught you, Quasimodo
 
You are ugly
 
Quasimodo:
I am ugly
 
Frollo:
And deformed
 
Quasimodo:
I'm deformed
 
Frollo:
And that's the reason why nobody wants to be with you
You can not understand
 
Quasimodo:
And that's why I will stay
 
Frollo:
There you are a big monster
 
Quasimodo:
A big monster
 
Frollo:
I only see mockery and contempt there
 
Quasimodo:
That's right, a monster
 
Frollo:
Why are you the target of mockery and astonishment?
Stay here and just thank me
 
Quasimodo:
I thank you
 
Frollo:
Just thank me
 
Quasimodo:
I thank you
 
Frollo:
I bring and grant shelter
So
 
Frollo & Quasimodo:
Stay with me
 
Quasimodo:
You are good to me, I am sorry
 
Frollo:
You're forgiven but remember Quasimodo: this is your sanctuary
 
Quasimodo:
My sanctuary...
 
I stay to the shelter of church behind the stone railings
Looking at the people wandering below me
I'm watching them all day from my hideaway
Miss what life could give me
 
They don't know me at all
I know every each one of them
I hope that a day will come that I can spend
With them
If I could be
 
And a new world would open up to me
If I'd just get one day
I'm only asking for one, I'd always remember it
 
Opens up, if I'd just get it, could I?
I would give anything
If I'd just get one day
 
I'd walk there where the citizens of the land walk
I'm always following them from my tower
I share fights and their reconciliations by my gaze with them
They can't understand how lucky they are at all
 
If I could be with them
It would be the biggest treasure of all
 
And a day, could I get that for once?
A morning will open one day
And I'm like a human being
When one day the gates will open
I get a day, if I don't
Ask for anything else
Never
I can bear that, forever
If I just get tomorrow
If I just get one day
 
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Bless the poor

Lyrics:
Can you hear me? Are you anywhere?
You might just not be listening to me, since I am a a Gypsy.
I know that I am an outcast, not having any rights, not ought to mate,
Yet I wonder if you once were an outcast, too.
 
Bless the poor, who have been suffering ever since,
May you just show them a little mercy?
May you, god, help us, who keep waiting,
If only you could descend, so that we have somebody to rely on.
 
I desire for wealth, I desire for fortune,
I desire to be seen as a mighty person,
I desire for true love, as great as the sky,
I beg you, god and the angels to bless me.
 
So far, I endured any sorrow, without any hope,
Please look at the many people who are weary and weak,
Please, bless the poor people with no bounty,
Help the people in trouble, I beg you father.
 
Mercy be upon the poor, with weary hearts.
 

The bells of Notre Dame (reprise)

When the bells ring, the bells question
In the sky of Notre-Dame
Is the man a monster or the monster a man?
And the bells ring, ring, ring, ring…
 
Heaven sounds the alarm, hell spits flames
When the bells bewitch our souls
They chime in Notre-Dame
 

A song from Notre-Dame (reprise)

So guess a riddle, try if you can
The bells chime in Notre-Dame
Who becomes a monster and who a man, then?
The bells ring, ring, ring, ring…
 
The bells, hear them bewitch, they do
Telling everything once again
In a song from Notre-Dame
 

Bells of Notre Dame

[CONGREGATION]
Morning in Paris
The city awakes
To the bells of Notre Dame
The fisherman fishes
The baker-man bakes
To the bells of Notre Dame
 
To the big bells as loud as the thunder
To the little bells soft as a psalm
And some say the soul of
The city's the toll of
The bells
The bells of Notre Dame
 
Long years ago did this story begin
In this place of Notre Dame
Two orphan brothers were both taken in
By the grace of Notre Dame
 
[FROLLO]
Claude, the older, who cared for his brother
 
[JEHAN]
Young Jehan, full of beauty and charm
 
[BOTH]
And they lived and they grew
And awoke to the music
Of bells
 
[CONGREGATION]
The bells of Notre Dame
 
Kyrie Eleison
 
[FROLLO]
Oh, dear brother
'Neath these arches and this sacred dome
 
CHORUS:
Kyrie Eleison
 
[FROLLO]
We are blessed to find our sanctuary
And our home
 
[CONGREGATION]
Righteous Claude Frollo
Was ever more drawn
Like a son to Notre Dame
 
[JEHAN]
Not like his profligate brother Jehan
Who'd have none of Notre Dame
 
[CONGREGATION]
Though as brothers they loved one another
Frollo watched in despair and alarm
As Jehan who grew more wild
And defied and defiled
All the laws
The laws of Notre Dame
 
CHORUS:
Kyrie Eleison
 
[FATHER DUPIN]
You must leave, Jehan
This holy refuge where you've dwelled
 
CHORUS:
Kyrie Eleison
 
[JEHAN, spoken]
Leave? But, Father...
 
[FATHER DUPIN]
Sorry, Claude, but I've no choice
Your brother is expelled
 
[FROLLO, spoken]
And Frollo didn't hear from his brother for several years
 
[CONGREGATION]
Meanwhile
Frollo ascended uncommonly fast
Through the ranks of Notre Dame
Till he was named the Archdeacon at last
And gave thanks to Notre Dame
And then one doleful day got a message
 
[FROLLO]
And the name that it bore was 'Jehan'
 
[CONGREGATION]
And concealing his face
Frollo stole to a place
Far away
Away from Notre Dame
 
[FROLLO, spoken]
Jehan! Let me take you back. I'll bring you home
 
[FROLLO]
Brother, dearest, come with me
Where we will find a remedy
And Notre Dame once more will be
Your sanctuary
 
Healing you will be my goal
Not just your body but your soul
We'll be together in our
Holy sanctuary
 
[JEHAN, spoken]
Enough, Claude! It's too late for me, anyway. But if you have truly discovered charity at this late date, there is someone you can help
 
[FROLLO, spoken]
A baby? Yours? Oh - a monster! It's God's judgment on you! The wicked shall not go unpunished!
 
[JEHAN, spoken]
I should have known. I was a fool to think that you would look after him
 
[FROLLO, spoken]
Look after him? Me?
 
[JEHAN, spoken]
He has nobody else. Take him. If you can find it in your heart
 
[FROLLO, spoken]
Jehan...Jehan?!
 
(Baby cries)
 
CHORUS:
Dies irae
Dies illa
Solvet saeclum
In favilla
 
Kyrie eleison
 
[CONGREGATION]
And the saints regarded Frollo
From their stone facade
 
CHORUS:
Kyrie eleison
 
[CONGREGATION]
And he felt their gaze
As if it were the eyes of God
 
[FROLLO, spoken]
Oh, Lord, you've sent me a test. This child is my cross to bear. I may not have saved my brother, but I will save this...thing
 
[FROLLO]
See this lonesome creature
From whom lesser men would flee
I will keep and care for him
And teach him at my knee
To think like me
 
[CONGREGATION, spoken]
And Frollo gave the child a name. A cruel name that means 'half-formed...'
 
[FROLLO, spoken]
Quasimodo!
 
[CONGREGATION]
Now here is a riddle to guess if you can
Sing the bells of Notre Dame
 
[QUASIMODO]
What makes a monster
And what makes a man
 
[CONGREGATION]
Sing the bells, bells, bells
Bells, bells, bells, bells, bells
Bells of Notre Dame
 
Enchanted by a spell, I fell in love with you-

The sounds of Notre Dame

A new day is born,
Paris wakes up with the sounds of Notre Dame.
The fish are stinging, the oven is already open
with the sounds of Notre Dame.
 
The bigger bells are pealing,
The little ones are mild as a psalm.
The people of Paris say that their spirit is the sound,
the sound of Notre Dame
 
It's night and you feel uneasy,
but for the docks of Notre Dame,
Four gypsies slip beneath the docks of Notre Dame.
They have fired a gypsy trap
and now look with slippery eyes.
 
The mysterious rider that emerges from the dark of the docks,
the docks of Notre Dame.
It was in Frollo punishment of the wicked of heart or skin.
He saw corruptions everywhere,
but never in it.
 
Look at the blood that spilled a moment ago,
by the steps of Notre Dame.
You want to add blood from an innocent child,
on the steps of Notre Dame?
 
You can lie and deceive those who follow you,
you swear you did no harm,
but you can not escape or you can hide from the sound of the eyes,
of these great eyes of Notre Dame
 
The words have been braked,
Frollo feels the certain fear, that God sees him closely.
I want to make sure (he) never gets out of here,
poor creature but God knows that a monster like this can help me.
 
Here there's the riddle to see if you understand the signs of Notre Dame,
who does the monster and who who does the human?
Under the sounds of Notre Dame
 

Heaven's Light

A fond couple
Don't know the night is deep
 
A bright light surrounds them
Is it heaven's light?
 
I envy them that bright light
It's a dream to me
 
This ugly face
Will never be touched by heaven's light
 
But I saw a kind angel today
And she kissed my cheek
 
I think she may love me
And as I ring the bell tonight
 
The belfry becomes bright
Is it because of heaven's light?
 

The Outcasts

[Esmeralda]
I don't know if you can hear me
If so, then it depends
If even a gypsy girl
Can pray to you
 
Yes, I know that I am ostracized
The world despises me
But I see you and feel
Once you were hated like me
 
Help the outcasts
You see into their hearts
No one else feels and
Knows their pain
 
See the outcasts
In the light's shadow
Defend the outcasts
Because else you defend nothing
 
[Quasimodo:]
Help the outcasts
You see into their hearts
No one else feels and
Knows their pain
 
[Religious people:]
I ask for glory
I ask for power
I ask for honour, for prestige and splendour
For the happiness of love
On every path
I ask you, God
To bless my works
 
[Esmeralda:]
I ask for nothing
I manage
But so many others
Are worse than bad
 
Protect my friends
From poverty and derision
We are all
The children of God
 
[Quasimodo:]
Help the outcasts
 
[Esmeralda:]
Defend the outcasts, children of God
 
[Quasimodo:]
Children of God
 
[Esmeralda & Quasimodo:]
Children of God
 

Esmeralda's prayer

I don't know if you hear me
But I beg for answers
I don't know if you would listen
To the prayer I've got
 
Yes, I know I am too simple
I should be left outside
But when see your glare, I think that
Maybe you hear me after all
 
God, help the people who are in need
Show them your love and give them your support
God, help my people now, the short moment they exist
God, help the forgotten, I think you want that
 
I beg for strength, I beg for answers
I beg for light over the name I've got
Love's prayer is all I ask for
I want God's all angels to watch over me
 
I beg for the others, who are left outside
I beg from my heart and believe that you hear
Help my people, when they're suffering right now
All of us are children here, our father is you
You are the only one who can help the forgotten
 
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Everything is Topsy Turvy* Part 2

Ladies and gentleman, no reason to panic! We asked for the ugliest face in Paris, and there you have it: Quasimodo, the Hunchback of Notre Dame!
 
All together!
 
We didn't have this kind of celebration in a long time!
(Hail to the king!)
All of Paris is dancing,
Going wild here...
(Oh, what a king...)
Whoever's ugly can climb the stage,
(Girls, kisses!)
And we'll crown the King of Fools.
 
There never was one like him before because...
It's the day where sins are allowed,
While they're forbidden on the rest of the weekdays,
The wine flows like water,
The joy rises to the sky,
And everybody drinks with no restrictions...
 
Yes, this is the highlight,
We've crowned the King of Fools!
 
Everything is topsy turvy!
The ugliness is king today...
It's the Feast of Fools!
 

Everything is Topsy Turvy* Part 1

All of you, come here!
Ignore all your jobs,
Ignore all the rules.
 
All of you, come here!
Take your kids with you,
No prayers or schools,
For today is the Feast of Fools!
 
We didn't have this kind of celebration in a long time,
The craziness rules, everything is unintelligible,
Everyone's a king, everyone's a clown,
All of Paris is here today...
 
Once a year the demon here gets released,
Everything's allowed and no one suffers,
You can mock the priests,
Because it's the Feast of Fools!
 
Everything is topsy turvy!
'Goy wine' will be spilled here!
Everything is topsy turvy!
Every clown is a king today!
 
A wreath of thorns is a crown of rulers,
That's how it is on the Feast of Fools!
 
Everything is topsy turvy!
Beat the drums and the cymbals!
Everything is topsy turvy!
We'll lend a hand to every thief!
 
From the ends of the land they all come,
Robbers, criminals,
Along with the salvation army,
All here to celebrate the Feast of Fools!
 
All of you, come here!
Hurry up 'cause now's the time
For love and romance.
 
All of you, come here!
Because on this stage will dance
A very pretty girl,
Her name is Esmeralda...
Dance!
 
And now, ladies and gentleman,
Le pièce de résistance!
 
Here it is, the moment you've been waiting for,
And soon enough you'll listen to its story,
Your whole body will sore from laughter,
When we crown the King of Fools!
Y'all remember the last King?
 
Oh, so everybody make a frightening face,
And you'll have a chance and a future,
For the ugliest one will be the King of Fools!
Why?
 
Everything is topsy turvy!
And everyone is welcome here!
Everything is topsy turvy!
And you might be crowned King!
 
Distortions are actually an advantage,
They can help you become royal!
 

Hellfire

Holy Mary, you know that I am honest
I am proud of my chastity
Holy Mary, you know that I am purer
Than the low-minded and bad crowd
 
So, tell me, Mary,
How it comes that I see her
And a burning fire ignites me
I see her and the light from her dark hair
Burns me and then I lose control
The hell in flame urges me to fall into sin
The wish which burns makes me guilty
 
It's not my fault, I'm sinless
It's just her spell which is continuously deceiving me
It's not my fault, that God
Wants to have a try on my innocent soul
Holy Mary, help me to fight
Against the fire which caught my existence
And give Esmeralda the eternal and hard damnation
Or make her be mine and only mine.
 
- Sir, the gipsy has evaded!
- What?
- She's not in the church! She's gone!
- But how? Never mind, get out, you dumb! I will find her, I will find her even though I have to burn the entire Paris!
 
And may the flames burn
It's your turn now
Choose or may you not have peace anymore!
Because there is mercy, oh Lord! We ask for mercy, oh Lord!
I want her to be mine or she will burn to ash!
 

Esmeralda's Prayer

Can you hear me, the most gracious?
Tell me are you there?
In your kindness, will you listen
what resides in my heart?
Maybe you think: you pauper,
how dare you speak to me?
I see your face and and I think
that you were a pauper too
 
God, give bread to the paupers every day
To those who are despised, give paradise at least after death
God, give hope to the poor 'cause
If you fail, who will save them?
 
(Choir)
Give me might,
give me fame,
give me appreciation for the rest of my days.
I want love, give me it,
And I want God to save my soul
 
I don't ask for anything, who cares about this?
When there are so many people poorer than me around...
God, give your children hope 'cause
If you fail, who will save them?
Save those who know the bottom of despair...
 

An Angel, To Me

I dream always, always,
of the shape of sweethearts
it seems as if the two of us are happy,
but I met in heaven
 
My body can't wake up
If someday my wishes could be permitted
I want to love
 
But today an angel gave me
a kiss on the cheek
with this happiness I ring the bells
to that person's origin
 
Tonight an angel
gave me a smile
 

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Flames of Indiscretion

Ah, Maria-sama,
at your pure origin that is shown
Until today I have been righteous and beautiful
Ah, why does that happen to the heart?
 
Ah, Maria-sama, I am confused
I only looked at the girl
 
She seeks to give this body burns
And to also make my spirt go mad, just so
 
The flames of hell will bake this body
The flames of indiscretion will scorch this body
Have I been bad?
No, the gypsy has made a captive of me
It is not I who has been bad
That demon is stronger than I
 
Ah, Maria-sama, a charm, please
If I can't do that
Give that Esmeralda to me
One person for me
 
The flames of hell will bake you
If I cannot have you
 
God, permit me
She is my one thing
If she hates that
She will go to the inside of the flames
 

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A guy like you

Paris, the city of love
Of burning desire
Actually burns right now
During this romantic hour
Somewhere far away into the night
Her heart glows unexpectedly as well
She knows a guy now
She'd do anything
For him
 
There is no other
Guy like you
A girl doesn't meet
A guy like you
Every week
There isn't anything like
The way you laugh
Down there
That, who?
O, no
 
There are many
That are attracted to her
Whichever way you look
It is all the same
Boring line
You cannot be described
In just one look
Yes, you surprise
So she will surely fall
For a guy like you
 
A guy like you
Will surely be a winner
You'll be the man
Because you offer
Just that little bit more
So game of hearts
A Romeo
A true lover
A Don Juan
It is possible
Sir!
 
Beauty seems to be the norm
Nothing wrong
But beautiful is boring
And beauty also vanishes
So quickly
You have the shape
Of a croissant
Sir, I bet
She'll walk away with
A guy like you
 
Call me a hopeless romantic
But Quasi, I feel it
She will fall for you
When she comes in
You'll get her hand
Because
 
You are a hunk
For young brides
She'll take the gamble
Fall hard
Trust me
She has already heard
The bell toll
 
It goes like ooh la la
She'll be your woman
That lady will instantly see
That you are serious
Who doesn't fall
For a guy like you?
The number one
A phenomenon
She'll sign up for
A guy like you
 

The Court of Miracles

Have you heard
Of that terrible place?
It is only known among the scum of Paris
Have you heard of that mythical place?
It is the court of miracles
That is where you are
 
Where the paralyzed walk
And the blind see
But those who die, don't talk
So you're not capable
Of cowardly betrayal
That is the measure of spies and creeps
You are silent as the grave*
If you go under the ground
Here in the court of miracles
Where it is a miracle
If you leave alive
 
I administer justice
In the court of miracles
I am your judge
And your lawyer as well
That way it is quicker
That is the special thing
The conviction is
what it is all about
One last word?
That's what they all say
You have a weak defense
 
I object!
Denied!
Objection!
Silence!
Ouch!
You are completely innocent
And that's where it ends
You get the strap
 

Out There

Man is cruel
And unbearable
In this city you can only trust me
Who else is your friend?
Anyone else would fear you
I take care of you every day with pleasure
Here I can offer you protection
This place is sacred here
Stay safe here
 
You are deformed
(I am deformed)
Hideously ugly
(Yes, I'm ugly)
That is a crime, people think
Be grateful to God that I
take care of you
(I only have one protector)
People out there see you
As a monster
(I am a monster)
Outside humiliation and pain awaits
(An ugly monster)
Outside
Ridicule and scorn and consternation awaits you
Bow for me
Prove your honor to me
(I bow, sir)
Your sir and
(I bow down)
Follow my advice
Choose
Life here
 
Safe behind the balustrades
Safe behind stone
I stare at the people down there
I sit hidden here
I just watch for hours
Upon one of the world's biggest cities
I remember those hundreds of faces
No one looks up
Or hears my prayers
All my life I have wondered
What it would be like
Thousand steps
Down there
 
Out there
If only I could
One day but outside
Outside of this bastion
Unlock that door
Outside
The warm sun caresses
My skin
So I laugh
And I whistle
If I'm allowed
One day out of here
 
Out there with the farmers
Civilians, outsiders, the people
I hear talking, laughing
I hear them sing
I would be a part there
Of that endless pond
Where I have wanted to
Jump into for so long
Then I will go with them
Then I will stand down there
 
Outside
To be a day there
Along the Seine
Outside
And in the sunshine
Go outside
just for one day
Then I'll take
My decision
And I hurry
Back
No moping
No rebellion
Really, the bell
Will be tolled
But let me
Out of here for one day
 

Out 2

Every day I disguise (myself)
In the wake of walls
I watch the Life afar
Through all my life, I always became lonely
In this sanctuary
 
Anymore I'm fed up with being a mere spectator
People that every day I saw here
Don't know what is the solitude
Through all my life I wanted to share
The life with them,
 
To live with people out is beautiful
Even one day is enough
One day (is enough) to me
For me to become happy
 
My heart wants share
Everything, with everyone there
One day is enough to me
Woman, child, man live there together
 
When I see them, I envy
All of them are full of life
It/He/She runs in the street
I want to become one of them
Can take nothing
Of my that passion
 
There, at the river bank
To bat around with the friends arm-in-arm
To have a talk freely
(They are) Even one time is enough to me
Believe, enough
Only one time
To live as I want
Out, among the people
 

The Bells of Notre Dame

Early in the morning
Paris is awakened
By the bell of the Notre Dame
The fisherman wakes up
And the baker leaves
With a bell of the Notre Dame
There are bells
Loud as thunder
There are bells
Soft as a flame
Each part of the day
Is decided by a stroke
Of a bell
A bell of the Notre Dame
 
Deep in the night
On a dark quay
Near the Notre Dame
Scared gypsies
Were betrayed
There, close to the Notre Dame
 
It was a trap
For this foursome of gypsies
Someone wanted that no one got away
It was someone with claws
So cold and so gray
Like a bell
A bell of the Notre Dame
 
Judge Frollo wanted to release the city
Of its evil
He expelled sin
But he did not see his own hate
 
You kill innocents
Hate conquers
On the steps of the Notre Dame
Will the blood of a child
Stick to your hand next
On the steps of the Notre Dame?
You apparently have no conscience at all
That you took her life like that
Look up for god's sake
Nothing escapes the eye of the church
The all-seeing eye of the Notre Dame
 
What kind of strange feeling was this
That overcame Frollo?
It was fear
Fear for his immortal soul
 
Keep him hidden here
Where no man will ever see him
If you say that I then deserve
Peace of my soul
Who knows, maybe
 
So solve the mystery
If you can
Sings a bell
Of the Notre Dame
Who is the monster
And who is the man?
 
Hear the bells
Bells, bells
The bells of the Notre Dame
 

The court of miracles

So, so, so
What have we here?
Trespassers! Spies!
We are no spies!
You have to list-
Don’t interrupt me
So clever of you to find our hideaway
Unfortunately…you won’t have the chance to tell the tale
 
Maybe you heard of a dreadful place
All of the scoundrels of Paris want to call their home
It’s a place of magic, of myth
It’s the Court of Miracles
That’s where you’ll find them!
 
Where a lame man can walk
And a blind man can see
You’d wish to knock on!
But a dead man is quiet, doesn’t breathe a word
 
Trespassers or smart spies
Here we’ve got our own methods! Here we have no time to waste
Here at the Court of Miracles
Where it’s a miracle if you find a way out in time
 
Gather here, everyone!
It’s well hanged, tonight
Two head attractions
A couple of Frollo’s spies
And not any spies
The captain of the guards
And the loyal bell-ringer companion
 
Everyone’s judged quickly at the Court of Miracles
The judge is me and my word is law
Trial, that’s a waste of time
As verdict and punishment, I settle them
 
Any last wish?
That’s what they usually say
 
We’ve got our evidence now
I object!
Overruled!
Objection!
Quiet!
Damn…
 
But we find you totally innocent
And this is your worst crime
Hence we’re hanging you!
 

The court of miracles

Well, well, well
What have we got here?
Intruders! Spies!
We are no spies
Liste-
Don’t interrupt me
You’ve been clever to find our hideout
Unfortunately, you won’t live…To tell it
 
Have you ever happened to hear around
Of a place which is the den of thieves and even worse?
That’s the court of miracles, where everything is possible
And here you are!
 
Those who will make it out of here
Will maybe tell tales
While dead men won’t!
You’re going to take our secret with you
We’ve got a method which never fails
And it’s kind of, how can I put it? The end for you
And of miracles this is the court
But the true miracle is to make it out of here!
 
Gather up, folk!
We’ve got two nooselets tonight
A bi-hanging!
Two of Frollo’s spies!
They aren’t two common spies
His Captain of the Guard
And his loyal bell-ringer…hunchbacked
 
Here justice is quick
I am both lawyer and judge
All by myself!
We’d rather finish as soon as possible
Since the sentence is much more amusing
 
One last word?
That’s what they all say…
 
After sifting the evidence, we-
I would like to object
Not possible!
Why not?
Shut up!
Uhf…
 
Innocence, of all crimes, is…
The worst for sure…
Off with this hanging already!
 

The court of miracles

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Maybe you know this lair
The beggars of Paris chose as their den
This place is a shrine we baptize
“The Court of Miracles”
 
Enjoy the show!
 
Where lames dance
Where the blind sees
The dead keep silent
Silence is dead, the dead are always in the wrong
 
We guard from trespassing spies
This nest of rascals like hornets do
At the Court of Miracles, it would be
An astonishing miracle should you make it out alive
 
Justice doesn’t drag along with me
Because I am lawyer and judge, all in one
And if the court enjoys slapdash trials
That’s because the sentence fills us with joy
 
One last word? That’s what they all say…
The case is plain, it’s evident…
 
No, objection!
Denied!
Objection!
Silence!
Granted
 
We all find you innocent…
There’s no worse crime on Earth …
Let’s hang them at once!
 

The light

Longingly from afar
I have often seen love
in the eyes of two lovers.
 
The light illuminates their faces
the light that God has given them,
from me only smoke comes out.
 
The light never comes to me
nor will my heart be completely open.
a face so badly made
will never come to know kindness.
 
But suddenly, an angel didn't flee from me
and it looks at me so,
she never speaks to me with malice
and I dare say that perhaps she thinks of me.
 
And while I go through the bell towers
the dark tower bursts (with light)1
maybe the light has arrived.
 

• 1. lit. 'an explosion'.

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The embers

Blessed Mary,
you know that I'm a good man,
I'm proud to call myself a good Christian.
 
Blessed Mary,
there's no other as good as I,
I can't find a trace of sin within me.
 
So tell me, Mary
what does she intend by dancing like that?
she's playing with my soul however she likes.
 
I feel her, I see her
the sun that shines in her hair
leaving me at the mercy of her control.
 
The embers embrace me
I have embers under my skin.
 
Nailed down, (like) swords
that lead me towards evil.
 
I haven't sinned! I've done nothing,
it's her fault, yes! she's the one who has enticed me!
 
I haven't sinned! it was God's doing
to put to test man's virtue!
 
Protect me Maria,
for I am under her control,
don't you see how my heart is burning?
 
Subject Esmeralda
let her taste all the fires of hell
or make her mine until death.
 
Infamous gypsy,
it's time to decide.
 
It's either me or the embers,
give up or you'll burn!
 
God have mercy on them all
God have mercy on me
if she isn't mine alone
let her burn already!
 

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