Belle [English translation]

[Quasimodo]:

Beautiful

It's a word we would say was invented for her

When she dances and reveals her body to the day, like

A bird that spreads its wings to fly away

And I feel Hell open beneath my feet

I gazed under her Gypsy dress

What's the point of praying to Our Lady?

Who is he who throws the first stone at her?

That one doesn't deserve to be on Earth

O, Lucifer!

Oh, let me just one time

Run my fingers through Esmeralda's hair

[Frollo]:

Beautiful

Is the Devil incarnated in her

To turn my eyes away from Eternal God?

Who put this carnal desire in my being

To prevent me from looking to Heaven?

She carries in her original sin

Does wanting her make me a criminal?

She who we took for a prostitute, a nobody

Suddenly seems to carry the cross of the human race

O, Our Lady!

Oh, let me just one time

Open the door to Esmeralda's garden

[Phoebus]:

Beautiful

Despite her big black eyes that bewitch you

Is the girl still a maid?

When her movements make me see the moon and stars

Under her skirt in the colors of the rainbow

My beloved, let me be unfaithful to you

Before you come to the alter

Who is the man who can turn his gaze from her

On pain of being turned into a statue of salt

O, Fleur-de-Lys

I'm not a man of faith

I'm going to pluck Esmeralda's flower of love

[All]:

I gazed under her Gypsy dress

What's the point of praying to Our Lady?

Who is he who throws the first stone at her?

That one doesn't deserve to be on Earth

O, Lucifer!

Oh, let me just one time

Run my fingers through Esmeralda's hair

Esmeralda