Notre-Dame de Paris (OST) - La palabra belle Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

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
 


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