Performance: Notre-Dame de Paris (Notre Dame de Paris). Page 1

Ma laideur est une insulte
A ta beauté insolente.
My ugliness is an insult
Your bold beauty.

Laissez mon âme s envoler
Loin des misères de la terre.
Let my soul fly
Far from earthly suffering.

Celui qui t aimera
Sera un homme heureux.
One who will love you
Will be a happy man.

Yes,
Whoever he is:
The poor man or the king himself,
But the pain
Love miserable all one.

Day and night she is just in front of me.
And not Madonna, I pray, and to her alone.

Sinful thoughts
Bewitched me with carnal power.
Madman, I didn't know
What does it mean passion!

Light
Lit up my sick soul.
No,
Your peace I passion will not break.
Nonsense,
Midnight ravings of a tormented heart to me again,
Oh, Esmeralda, I dare you to wish!

I don't want poems
No songs about love
Only the voice of dreams
The only call.

Treasures of the whole earth,
Hidden in the depths,
More a moment of love
What you give me.

This happiness - every moment
To be in power of your hands!

With that one
All my life,
With one another,
Forget everything I
My choice -
Or heat and light,
Either fire and heat -
There is no choice!

I have compassion for love is willing to accept.

That age is a war of people with people,
And the world is no place for patience and love.
The world, and intermix
When, my God, you're going to stop them.

At the risk of becoming transfixed beauty.