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He is like a sunshine [Beau comme le soleil]

ESMERALDA
He is like a sunshine
Maybe he is a prince, who knows?
He looked once and he has the love
He just wakes up, grabs me
He is like a sunshine
Maybe he is a prince, who knows?
I want it so....I dream it so...
 
FLEUR-DE-LYS
He is like a sunshine
But he's a rascal, everyone knows it
Yet when he is near
Although I want to run away, something holds me
He is like a sunshine
But he's a rascal, everyone knows it
I want... I shiver...
 
ESMERALDA, FLEUR-DE-LYS
He is like a sunshine
He is the one I dream of
Nothing will tear us apart
Once he takes me in his arms
He is like a sunshine
He is the one I dream of
He is like a sunshine
A sunshine....
 

Pagan Ave Maria

Ave Maria
Forgive me
If I’m standing in front of you
 
Ave Maria
I just can’t get on my knees
 
Ave Maria
Always save me
From crazy people who don’t believe in anything
And rule this earth
 
Ave Maria
Foreigners will come from all over the world
 
Ave Maria
Listen to my prayer
Make that we are all brothers
Without races, without barriers
 
Ave Maria
Watch over me night and day
 
Ave Maria
I beg you
Watch over my love and my life
 
Ave Maria
 

Tu vas me détruire (polish version)

When my blood is boiling,
My mind is full of lewd thoughts
You have to know, that my spirit is dying
Stun with madness
I know, that I'm on fire
I know, that the end is near
May hell swallow me!
It is putting its hands to grab me
I know, you will destroy me
I know, you will destroy me
And be cursed until death, my life
I know, you will destroy me
I know, you will destroy me
I knew it, when for the first time
I saw your eyes
I know, you will destroy me
I know, you will destroy me
I know, you will destroy me
Your dance charmed me
Will god redeem me now?
You are tempting me with your body
However you don't want to give me your heart
So give me only one dance
For this short moment
May devil stay next to me
I know, you will destroy me...
 
I was as wall, as rock
I was dreaming only about god
Now my heart is bleeding
I surrender to you
I want to die in your arms
Despite my soul is dying
One word is enough
And you will be my queen!
I know, you will destroy me...
 

To drink !

Versions: #2
[Frollo and the crowd:]
Hunchback! Lame! One-eyed! Rapist!
Bell ringer of unhappiness
 
[Frollo:]
Pray for him, poor sinner
Have mercy on him Lord
 
[Quasimodo]
Have mercy on poor Quasimodo
Who already wears on his back
All the woes of the world
And who asks you nothing
But a drop of water
 
Pity onlookers
For your beadle
A drop of water
For Quasimodo
 
To drink !
Give me something to drink!
To drink ! To drink !
Give me something to drink!
 

Moon

Moon,
You light up the night,
Caressing Paris so sweetly.
See my face that yearns for love.
 
You,
Who lives in the darkness.
You die when the sun shows itself.
But wait, follow the path of my earthly existence.
 
I can see the tears of the moon, alone,
For whom everything around
Looks so empty, worthless.
Its heart has already died, moon.
 
Moon,
When the night disappears,
Stay here as the sun shows up
And wait, cover the screaming in the silent night.
 
The lament,
Quasimodo shouts his pain out
In the night, hiding his voice.
He bemoans his fate, see him.
Every teardrop shimmers through you.
 
Moon,
Keep us safe.
It seems like an angel laughing sweetly.
 
Moon,
Show me your light.
Moon, help me as I versify,
See how my heart succumbs again and again
To you,
To you.
 

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Belle

Quasimodo:
Belle A word invented for your skin
When you move your body you slay for him
Flight of a bird that makes me shudder
A great hell will open at my feet
 
Inside her dress, trembles sexuality
I pray that Notre Dame will serve me
Who, throws the first stone is able to
Because that man shall not live in peace
Oh Lucifer, oh let me just once
Stroke the hair of Esmeralda
 
Frollo:
Belle in her beautiful body is Lucifer incarnate
So that I could never see my God
For who else woke up this passion in me?
Which will cause my ultimate demise
 
She carries with her the original sin
For wanting her, I will be a criminal
Because she is the image of the great sinner
Today she will bear the cross of our redeemer
Oh Notre Dame, oh let me just once
Open the door of Esmeralda's gate
 
Phoebus:
Belle, although the flower of her skin in so tempting
The maiden is not a girl from a brothel
When she moves, she moves my imagination
Her rainbow-coloured dress is my obssession
 
My dear one, let me be unfaithful (just once)
Before I be forever faithful to you
Who will dare not to look at the same beauty
Without becoming a pillar of salt
Oh flor de lys, I'm not a man of faith
And I will take Esmeralda's flower of love
 
The three:
Inside her dress, trembles sexuality
I pray that Notre Dame will serve me
Who, throws the first stone is able to
Because that man shall not live in peace
Oh Lucifer, oh let me just once
Stroke the hair of Esmeralda
Of Esmeralda......
 

Belle

Belle
 
That's what I call the woman who torments my heart,
Not a gypsy girl but rather a mademoiselle
A brightly coloured bird who spreads her wings
And without knowing it, always makes me happy
 
I look at her and I can not hold back myself
I'd rebuild Notre Dame for her Suppose,
she also wants what I've always hoped for
I caress her shadow, kiss the ground she walks on
 
Oh Lucifer, if Esmeralda would see me
I would drown in that single glance
 
Belle
 
Like a Lema's snake she crawled out of hell.
A temptation where I've opened myself up to
Promises, desire and I'm stuck in between
My passion duels with my vows this way
 
That woman is a sin, she is pretty with a swelling
But she tempts me with the smallest looks, very fast
Suppose, that I let myself be tempted by her
I can not live with that pinnacle of betrayal
 
Oh Notre Dame if Esmeralda would notice me
I would fall into the flames of her Hell.
 
Belle
 
Her big black eyes, irresistibly bright
Plays an irresistible game to win
I see her sweetest whisper as an order
A free-spirited woman, she's a rebel
 
Allow me for one time the perfect adultery
Then I shall give her my life long farewell
Suppose, as a Medusa she sees me and only me
How I feel immediately succumbed by that cold look
 
Oh Fleur de lis, if Esmeralda loves me
Then my life will stop before it even starts
 
I look at her and I can not hold back myself
I'd rebuild Notre Dame for her Suppose,
she also wants what I've always hoped for
I caress her shadow, kiss the ground she walks on
 
Oh Lucifer, if Esmeralda would see me
I would drown in that single glance
 
Esmeralda
 

Belle

Belle
If beauty exists, it must live in her
She dances there, and I tremble in pleasure
(Like) A wonderful bird, when it runs to Heaven's Door
And I already know that I have Hell in my two eyes.
My hungry sight is blindly looking under her dress
And how am I supposed to pray to Notre Dame?
This
Who will throw the first stone at her will commit a sin
And will tote his guilt until the end
Satan, let me stroke her sparkling hair
Because my insanity's name is Esmeralda...
 
Belle
Is that the devil, who was incarnated into that beautiful shape?
There is my eternal God, and my thoughts are about her.
Satan's power, which plays on my heart, on my desires,
repels me from Heaven's Door to an evil site.
Does she know, that she bears the sin of Eve in her?
And why I so, want her so?
No.
It can not, that moment only, there is a joke,
Bear on her shoulders a human cross to the end.
Oh, Notre Dame! Let me open, only one time
The doors of the Garden, whose name is Esmeralda...
 
Belle
There is so much beauty in her, that something grabs me!
Can I love for the first time, is it possible?
Her every move, so innocent, plays on my senses
And her dress is like a rainbow of seven colors!
My Darling, I've left for an unfaithful dream
Before we take the sacred vows that will bond us to Judgment Day!
Where
Is the man who wants to look away,
Even if he would change into a pillar of salt because of guilt?
Oh, Fleur-de-Lys, my loyalty is like a thin thread.
Today I'll pluck a flower whose name is Esmeralda...
 
My hungry sight is blindly looking under her dress
And how am I supposed to pray to Notre Dame?
This
Who will throw the first stone at her will commit a sin
And will tote his guilt until the end
Satan, let me stroke her sparkling hair
Because my insanity's name is Esmeralda...
 

Caged Bird

Esmeralda:
No caged bird
Will ever be able to fly again
No ill-treated child
Will ever be able to love again
Like a swallow
I emigrated in the summer
Running again along the paths
With the Romani song
Where is my bell-ringer?
Where is my Quasimodo?
Come and break these bars
Save me from this cord
 
Quasimodo:
Where are you, my Esmeralda?
Why do you run away from me?
It's already been at least three days
That you haven't come by here
Maybe you set out on a trip
With your seductive soldier
Without courtship, without a wedding
As pagans do
Or maybe you're already dead
Without orations, without a crown
Don't let more then one priest
Get close to your person
 
Esmeralda:
I still remember that festival
 
Quasimodo:
That day I was a king
 
Esmeralda:
You asked me for fresh water
 
Quasimodo:
And I surrendered at your feet
 
Both:
Something surged between us
Friendship for life and death
What happens between the two of us
Is more than love, it's stronger
 
Quasimodo:
No caged bird
Will ever be able to fly again
 
Esmeralda:
No ill-treated child
 
Both:
Will ever be able to love again
 

Being a Preacher and Loving Her

Frollo:
I was so happy before finding you
Since my adolescence, repressing within me
The call of sex, that hit me so strongly,
My loves were two, religion and science
 
Oh, being a preacher and loving her
Loving, loving her until you lose your soul
 
Against the wind and tide, I resisted, unaffected
Steady as the tower of a cathedral
Temptation arrived with the strength of a hurricane
And awoke within me the fire of an old volcano
 
Oh, being a preacher and loving her
Loving, loving her until you lose your soul
 
Far away from the woman, I flagellated my body
And in the middle of the night, I descended into hell
I stopped praying and I opened my window
Looking at your face as the new dawn rose
 
Oh, being a preacher and loving her
Loving, loving her until you lose your soul
Oh, being a preacher and loving her
Caress me with one hand, torture me with the other
May it be capable of cleansing my sins
If you go to hell, I'll go too
It will be Eden for me
 
Oh, being a preacher and loving her
Loving, loving her until you lose your soul
Oh, being a preacher and loving her
Her
 

I Saw You Dancing in the Sun

Frollo:
When I saw you dancing
In the plaza in the sunlight
I had never seen anything like it
And I lost my control
Something heart-rending
Shook my being
And I cannot forget it
After that day
Every time I see my face
I see Lucifer
Occupying my place
 
Esmeralda:
I know that a day will come
My Phoebus, my sun
Will be my lover
My wonder, my love
Come here, criminal
Killing does not matter to me
You don't scare me at all
I couldn't hate any more,
Bearer of bad news
 
Frollo:
I ask for nothing more from you but a moment of love
I will let you choose
Before it gets light
It's the gallows or me
It's dying or loving
It's dying or living
 
Both:
It's dying or living
 
Frollo:
It's enough to say yes,
If I let you escape,
I promise you that you'll return
To those of your brotherhood
To those of Satan
 
Esmeralda:
Never, never, never, never
 

Returning to You

Phoebus:
The gypsy bewitched
My soul and my body,
That woman cast
Her spell,
She cursed me
And I lost my north,
I brushed against death in her curves,
He who deceived you
Is no longer the same
Today he returns to love you,
He left the abyss,
I will have salvation
Give me your forgiveness,
If you say yes
I'll return to you,
The gypsy bewitched
My soul and my body
That woman loved me for my money
She cursed me
And I lost my north,
Now I know that I'll arrive at the right gate
The gypsy bewitched
My soul and my body
That woman was condemned to death
She bewitched me
And I lost my north
Now I know that I'll be able to love you
That I'll be able to love you
And I will love you
 

I'll Give You a Whistle

Quasimodo:
Are you not afraid of me, little Esmeralda?
 
Esmeralda:
No!
I know well that you're a kindred spirit
 
Quasimodo:
I'll give you a whistle
So you can call me
 
Esmeralda:
I won't go out at day
But at night I'll be able to walk
Under the roofs of the cathedral
Under the stars
 
Quasimodo:
Maybe you don't hear me
As you are already sleeping
 
Esmeralda:
If by chance you see my Phoebus
Tell him to come find me
 
Quasimodo:
Esmeralda, in your dreams
Do you maybe dream of your sun?
 

Frollo's Visit to Esmeralda

Frollo:
I am a preacher and I come
To prepare you to die
 
Esmeralda:
I'm hungry, I'm cold, let me leave
I didn't do anything to anyone
 
Frollo:
Listen to that bell
It's five in the morning
Soon that door will open
In an hour you'll be dead
 
Esmeralda:
In an hour I'll be okay
 
Frollo:
We'll then see if you still dance
When you face the gallows
 
Esmeralda:
Tell me, what did I do to you?
Why do you hate me so?
 
Frollo:
This is not rancor,
This is love,
I love you
 
Esmeralda:
But what have I done
To awaken your love?
I am a gypsy
And you are a priest of Notre Dame
 

Sensuality

Phoebus:
Sensuality
Give your sensuality
From this virginal body
Give me sensuality
Nobody before me
Ever caressed you
My sinful angel
I will love you with the dark love
Of your gaze
You lit up my entire life
 
Esmeralda:
Skin on skin, you and I
Together
In just one fire
I will love you
Even at a change of my life
Come,
Love me if it's my destiny
 
Phoebus:
Come
Come see what your destiny is
 
Esmeralda:
Phoebus
 
Phoebus:
Esmeralda
 

My House Is Your House Too

Quasimodo:
My friends the gargoyles will watch over you
They'll protect you from any imbecile
And if one day you see that you need shelter
It will be enough to come and ask for asylum
Notre Dame de Paris
Is my home, is my nest
Is my city, my roof
My country and my bed
It's my song, my cry
My passion and my world
My madness and reason
My house and my prison
 
Esmeralda:
Your friends the gargoyles, they are my friends
They will make me laugh if I am bored
You look like them, I like that it's this way
Even if you scare me, get closer to me
 
Quasimodo:
If you go to my house
You'll feel better
The cold will not enter
And there will never be heat
It doesn't matter the season
When you want, come
Well, if it's my house,
It's your house too
And if one day you see that you need shelter
It will be enough to come and ask for asylum
If you go to my house
You'll feel better
The cold will not enter
And there will never be heat
It doesn't matter the season
When you want, come
Well, if it's my house,
It's your house too
 
Esmeralda:
If I go to your house,
I'll feel better
The cold will not enter
And there will never be heat
It doesn't matter the season
When I want, I will go
Well, if it's your house,
It's my house too
 

My Phoebus

Esmeralda:
My Phoebus
If it is that he is still not dead
Tell him that I still love him
My Phoebus
Listen, come here for me
And you'll tell the truth
Oh, Phoebus
Tell them that I never lied
My Phoebus
You know that I didn't kill you
That I lost my knife
My Phoebus
That man there was the criminal
And I never had ill will against you
Oh, Phoebus
If the stab was fatal
My Phoebus
Promise that you won't forget
Your good memory of Esmeralda
My Phoebus
She who had always danced in the sun
She who gave her life for you
Oh, Phoebus
Come and take me to the south
To the Andalusian sea and sky
My Phoebus
 

Master and Savior

Quasimodo:
You, Frollo
Master and savior
You, servant of the Lord
You had a heart
 
Frollo:
A heart...
 
Quasimodo:
That is capable of loving
 
Frollo:
That is capable of crying
 
Quasimodo:
And capable of bleeding
 
Frollo:
And capable of killing
Look at her
There is your Esmeralda
Do you remember, Quasimodo?
The same one that danced
There in the sun
It was I who gave her to the executioner
Because she did not want to give me her love
 
Quasimodo:
It was you that did it, Frollo!
 
Frollo:
She'll die on the cross like Jesus
Look at her well, there she is, in the gallows of the Greve plaza
It's your Esmeralda
They'll hang her once morning comes
Ha ha ha ha...
 
Quasimodo:
Frollo!
 

The Doors of Paris

Gringoire:
The doors of Paris
Close when it gets dark
Night cannot sleep
With so many cries
And with its' wishes
The night of vices
Will end
Upon waking up, Paris (is)
Cabaret of all delirium...
On the old bridge
I saw an angel, she was a glimmer,
She smiled at me
And she disappeared from my sight
Paris took her
I looked for her and lost her
I followed the night,
Night of vices
Of all deliriums
 

The Undocumented

We are the illegal
The undocumented
Women and men
Without a home
Oh, Notre Dame
We come to ask for
Asylum, asylum
 
We are the illegal
The undocumented
Women and men
Without a home
Oh, Notre Dame
We come to ask for
Asylum, asylum
 
We are already more than a thousand
Entering into the city
We will be ten thousand
We will be a hundred thousand
We will be a million,
Those who will ask for
Asylum, asylum
 
We are the illegal
The undocumented
Women and men
Without a home
Oh, Notre Dame
We come to ask for
Asylum, asylum
 
There is nowhere to sleep
I will force the doors open
I will take Paris
I will conquer Paris
The world will change
It will mix
We will occupy Paris
 
We are the illegal
The undocumented
Women and men
Without a home
 
We are the illegal
The undocumented
Women and men
Without a home
 
We are the illegal
The undocumented
Women and men
Without a home
 
We are the illegal
The undocumented
 
We are the illegal
The undocumented
Women and men
Without a home
 
We are the illegal
The undocumented
Women and men
Without a home
Oh, Notre Dame
We come to ask for
Asylum, asylum
 
We are the illegal
The undocumented
Women and men
Without a home
Oh, Notre Dame
We come to ask for
Asylum, asylum, asylum
 

The Word 'Beautiful'

Quasimodo:
Beautiful
The word was invented by her skin
Upon moving her body, you'd kill for it
Flying from a bird that makes me tremble
A great hell will open itself at my feet
Sensuality trembles in her dress
What good will it do me to pray to Notre Dame
Who would be capable of throwing the first stone?
For that man couldn't live in peace
Oh, Lucifer, oh, let me just once
Caress Esmeralda's hair
 
Frollo:
Beautiful,
Luzbel was incarnated in her beautiful body
So that I could never see my God
But then who, if she doesn't awake this passion in me
That could well consume my loss
She carries the original sin with her
By desiring her, I will be a criminal
But then, she who is the image of the great sinner
Today she'll carry the cross of our redeemer
Oh, Notre Dame, oh let me just once
Open Esmeralda's garden door
 
Phoebus:
Beautiful,
In spite of the curse bursting from her
The maiden is not the flesh of a brothel
When she moves, my imagination moves
The rainbow of her skirt is my obsession
My sweetheart, let me be unfaithful to you
Before I will be forever faithful to you
Who would dare not look at such a beauty
Without turning into a statue of salt?
Oh, Fleur-de-Lys, I am not a man of faith
And I will take Esmeralda's love-flower
 
All Three:
Sensuality trembles in her dress
What good will it do me to pray to Notre Dame?
Who would be capable of throwing the first stone
For that man couldn't live in peace
Oh, Lucifer, oh, let me just once
Caress Esmeralda's hair
 

Moon, Beautiful Solitary Star

Gringoire:
Moon
That up high, alone, illuminates
Paris at night
Watch
A man suffer for love
Beautiful solitary star
That dies at dawn
Listen
The song of the earth is for you
 
Hear it yelling
To whom suffers the most
Because
A million stars
Is not
Anything for him
He lives
A mortal love
Moon
Moon
 
Before the fog
Kills you
When the day breaks
Wait,
Listen to the cry of the human beast
Hear Quasimodo lament,
He cries broken from pain
His voice
Travels over earth and sea
Then he wants
To fly quickly to you
Moon
Take care of this strange world
That with its' song, arrives to the sky
 
Moon
That up high, alone, illuminates
Shine to light my pen
Watch a man
Suffer for love
For love
 

The Word 'Phoebus'

Esmeralda:
And know I may be able to know
Whom I have ended up marrying
 
Gringoire:
I am the poet Gringoire
Prince of all of Paris
 
Esmeralda:
Prince of all of Paris
 
Gringoire:
But I am not a ladies' man
I can only make you
My muse, my inspiration
 
Esmeralda:
You who know how to read and write
Poet, will you tell me,
What does 'Phoebus' mean?
 
Gringoire:
What the hell! Tell me,
Who on earth
Dares to call himself that?
 
Esmeralda:
He who stole my heart
 
Gringoire:
If I haven't forgotten my latin
'Phoebus' means 'sun'
 
Esmeralda:
Phoebus is like the sun
 

The Festival of Fools

This is the festival of fools
This is the festival of fools
 
Let me preside over
The festival of fools
We shall laugh
With ugly and stupid people
This is the festival of fools
Choose the strangest one
Of all that pass
There will be an exhibition
In the middle of the plaza
Of all the masses
Who will be able to make
The most atrocious face
That person will be crowned
King of fools
King of fools
That person will be crowned
That person will be crowned
King of fools
 
The
Festival
Of
Fools
 
This is the festival of fools
The festival of the king
The king of fools
This is the festival of fools
But who is that
Who hides in the back
It will be the monster
Who we will elect
King of fools
King of fools
We will elect him
We will elect him
King of fools
Yes, it's the bell-ringer
A poor hunchback
His name is Quasimodo
He has won the prize
What pain this gives to Esmeralda
He is cross-eyed as well
Aside from that, crippled and blind in one eye
They will crown him
King of fools
King of fools
We will crown him
We will crown him
Quasimodo
We will crown him
We will crown him
King of fools
We will crown him
We will crown him
Quasimodo
King of fools
 

The Mount

Fleur-de-Lys:
Seeing you on your mount
You have stature,
Model of beauty
And force of nature,
Or are you no more than an impostor,
A lecherous creature
Who loves adventure?
Is there anything below your armor?
My soul is still pure
Forget your misadventures
I will cure your burns
I will love you if you swear to me
I will love you if you swear to me
That they'll hang Esmeralda
My young dreams
Woven in ingenuity
They'll break once
I have no more vanity
I hate my chastity
I'll lose it for you
If you swear, you perjure,
Your words are injuries
Don't open any more conjectures
That end my torture
My heart is all darkness
Come inside me, trash
Show me what injury is
I'll love you if you swear to me
I'll love you if you swear to me
That they'll hang Esmeralda
I'll love you if you swear to me
I'll love you if you swear to me
That they'll hang Esmeralda
That the gypsy will die
 

Frollo Tortures Esmeralda

Frollo:
Torture her!
Insist with this question
Whip her!
She has to change her opinion
Hang her feet in the lathe
And tighten
Tighten!
Confess already!
 
Esmeralda:
I love him,
I confess it
 
Frollo:
Free her hands and feet
 
Esmeralda:
Murderers, murderers!
 
Frollo:
Gypsy, you have confessed to using witchcraft, pursuit and prostitution
With captain of the royal guard Phoebus of Chateaupers
You will be dressed in an underskirt, barefoot, with the
Rope to your neck, to the Greve plaza where you will be
Hung
 

Capture Attempt

Phoebus:
We must take
The hunchback of Paris
Look well,
He is pursuing a woman
I am the captain
I look out for the safety
Of all citizens
Of female citizens, too
I can accompany you
To the extremities of the city
Where the gypsy men live
Where the gypsy women live
 
Esmeralda:
Leave me in peace
Don't deceive yourself
I'll never be
A soldier's lover
 
Phoebus:
When it gets dark,
Tomorrow at nightfall
We could see each other
In the cabaret of the valley of love
 
Esmeralda:
In the cabaret of the valley of love
 
Gringoire:
In the cabaret of the valley of love
 
Frollo:
In the cabaret of the valley of love
 

The Witch

Frollo:
Careful,
She's a stranger
She's a gypsy, she's a witch
A dog
A wild cat
That drags your feet
Along the hard pavement
A deadly sin, if you see her
I could imprison her
To avoid greater evil
To the blessed souls of those faithful to Notre Dame
The two of us
We'll follow her along the streets
And we'll detain her
Then we'll imprison her in the tower
And we'll teach her
The religion of Jesus Christ
And the Virgin Mary
 
Quasimodo:
You can ask me for
Good and bad
And I will do it for you
What you'll ask for
You know that
What you'll ask for
I'll do it for you
I'll do it for you
 

Frollo's Intervention

Frollo:
Sir Phoebus of Chateaupers
Captain of the king's archers
I order you to expel
Any illegal
At all cost you must prevent
This undocumented company from
Disturbing the life
Of the good people of Paris
 
Phoebus:
By your orders, sir archdeacon
It would be a great honor for me
To clean the city streets
Of all this dirtiness
 
Who are you beautiful stranger?
Are you a daughter of earth
Beautiful bird of paradise
What are you doing here?
 

The Era of Cathedrals

It's a story that happened
In Paris, in the year of the lord
1482
It's of desire and love
Any anonymous artist
Of sculpture or of rhyme
Will try to transcribe it
Into immortality
 
The time of cathedrals has come
The world has entered
Into another millennium
Man saw the worlds of stars,
Wrote their history
In stone or in glass
 
Stone by stone, from sun to sun
Century after century, with love
He saw his cathedral built
With tears and sweat
The poet and the troubadour
Will sing of nothing but love
They promised to humanity
A better future
 
The time of cathedrals has come
The world has entered
Into another millennium
Man saw the worlds of stars,
Wrote their history
In stone or in glass
 
The time of cathedrals has gone
The most hostile barbarians
Will invade us
Let them occupy towns and cities
It has been prophecized
That this world will end
In the year 2000
 

The Cabaret of the Valley of Love

Gringoire, women and clients:
Just on St. Denis street
There is a blessed cabaret
In it you see the candles shine
And when the night starts to fall
It's a very peculiar place
Because if you turn to here once
You'll come back time and time again
To the cabaret of the valley of love
 
Here there are women 'of love'
In four rooms they'll give love
Don't wear valuable jewelry
Nor do you need to speak of love
In four rooms they'll give love
To those who come to the valley of love
 
Jew, Moor or Andalusian
Of any race or color
Whether you're a traveler or a scrounger
They'll come here to rest
And the Dutch and the Catalan
Will waste a fortune
 
Woman of love, hear me
It's the feeling of a troubadour
That will cry about his pain of love
At the cabaret of the valley of love
 
Play the drum loudly
Let it be heard all around
Here you'll buy love
Here you will not fall in love
The velvet will darken
The flower that will last for a day
 
Phoebus:
When my body asks for love
Then I go to the valley of love
You leave only with the sun
From the cabaret of the valley of love
Excuse me, friend...please,
Is Esmeralda not around here?
I believe to see that gypsy
In the future, here in my hand
 
Gringoire:
You must cross Popincourt
The north door in the outskirts
The Parisian high-life
Dates in the valley of love
The courtesans go there too
For they drink and love well
 
Here there are women 'of love'
In four rooms they'll give love
Don't wear valuable jewelry
Nor do you need to speak of love
In four rooms they'll give love
To those who come to the valley of love
To the cabaret of the valley of love
To the cabaret of the valley of love
 

Fatality

Gringoire:
Fatality
Destiny's owner
Fatality
If you cross my path
Fatality
Whether you're a queen or prostitute
Fatality
Whether you're a plebeian1 or tyrant
Fatality
Life is in your hand
 
All:
Fatality
Fatality
Fatality
 

• 1. Historical term for the masses or general populace