Belle [English translation]

[Quasimodo:]

Belle

She becomes the word incarnate when she sings

Like the herald of the dawn, her song takes wing

I hear her call and on this earth at last I'm free

I see her dance and glimpse the hell inside of me

What golden treasure lies beneath her gypsy skin!

Must I yet call on Notre Dame to purse my sin?

Tell, if there's a man who would refuse to let her be

Not even God could save him now from infamy

Oh, Lucifer!

To you I call, attend my prayer

I'd give my life for her, my fair Esmeralda

[Frollo:]

Belle

Of the kind, no doubt, a kin of Jezebel

Who'd make me forsake my heaven for her hell

She weaves a web of lies and casts her witch's spell

To try my tortured soul and damn me in her fell

Like Eve, she bears the ancient curse beneath her skin

Temptress of old who traps me in her mire of sin

Fell! This whore Delilah, is she Mary actualized,

The promised coming of our Savior realized?

Oh, Notre Dame!

Protect me, shield me from this fate

Or let me through this Eden's gate, Esmeralda

[Phoebus:]

Belle

Even past those 'witching eyes, can I be sure

She is yet untouched, a heathen soul still pure?

I see her dance and all my reason melts to clay

Before the fire of her glance, her Venus sway

Beloved heart, for just this once, I'll be forsworn

Before I pledge to you my troth the wedding morn

Tell, the kind of man who'd turn from her, a man of stone

To spurn the promises of wonders yet unknown?

Oh, Fleur-de-Lys,

Forgive me, give me leave to love

And reap this tender rose of love, Esmeralda

[All three:]

What golden treasure lies beneath her gypsy dress!

Will Notre Dame attend my prayer, my will profess?

Yes! And he, the man who'd lock her up and claim her bed

Not even God can save him now, I'd hang him dead

Oh, Lucifer!

To you I call, attend my prayer

I'd sell my soul for her, my fair Esmeralda

Esmeralda...