| Quasimodo:
|
| So many times out here
|
| I’ve watched a happy pair
|
| Of lovers walking in the night
|
| They had a kind of glow around them
|
| It almost looked like heaven’s light
|
| I knew I’d never know
|
| That warm and loving glow
|
| Though I might wish with all my might
|
| No face as hideous as my face
|
| Was ever meant for heaven’s light
|
| But suddenly an angel has smiled at me And kissed my cheek without a trace of fright
|
| I dare to dream that she
|
| Might even care for me And as I ring these bells tonight
|
| My cold dark tower seems so bright
|
| I swear it must be heaven’s light
|
| Priests:
|
| Confiteor Deo Omnipotenti (I confess to God almighty)
|
| Beatae Mariae semper Virgini (To blessed Mary ever Virgin)
|
| Beato Michaeli archangelo (To the blessed archangel Michael)
|
| Sanctis apostolis omnibus sanctis (To the holy apostles, to all the saints)
|
| Frollo:
|
| Beata Maria
|
| You know I am a righteous man
|
| Of my virtue I am justly proud
|
| Priests:
|
| Et tibit Pater (And to you, Father)
|
| Frollo:
|
| Beata Maria
|
| You know I’m so much purer than
|
| The common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd
|
| Priests:
|
| Quia peccavi nimis (That I have sinned)
|
| Frollo:
|
| Then tell me, Maria
|
| Why I see her dancing there
|
| Why her smold’ring eyes still scorch my soul
|
| Priests:
|
| Cogitatione (In thought)
|
| Frollo:
|
| I feel her, I see her
|
| The sun caught in raven hair
|
| Is blazing in me out of all control
|
| Priests:
|
| Verbo et opere (In word and deed)
|
| Frollo:
|
| Like fire
|
| Hellfire
|
| This fire in my skin
|
| This burning
|
| Desire
|
| Is turning me to sin
|
| It’s not my fault
|
| Priests:
|
| Mea culpa (Through my fault)
|
| Frollo:
|
| I’m not to blame
|
| Priests:
|
| Mea culpa (Through my fault)
|
| Frollo:
|
| It is the gypsy girl
|
| The witch who sent this flame
|
| Priests:
|
| Mea maxima culpa (Through my most griveous fault)
|
| Frollo:
|
| It’s not my fault
|
| Priests:
|
| Mea culpa (Through my fault)
|
| Frollo:
|
| If in God’s plan
|
| Priests:
|
| Mea culpa (Through my fault)
|
| Frollo:
|
| He made the devil so much
|
| Stronger than a man
|
| Priests:
|
| Mea maxima culpa (Through my most griveous fault)
|
| Frollo:
|
| Protect me, Maria
|
| Don’t let this siren cast her spell
|
| Don’t let her fire sear my flesh and bone
|
| Destroy Esmeralda
|
| And let her taste the fires of hell
|
| Or else let her be mine and mine alone
|
| Guard:
|
| Minister Frollo, the gypsy has escaped
|
| Frollo:
|
| What?
|
| Guard:
|
| No longer in the cathedral. |
| She’s gone
|
| Frollo:
|
| But how? |
| Never mind. |
| Get out, you idiot
|
| I’ll find her. |
| I’ll find her if I have to burn down all of Paris
|
| Hellfire
|
| Dark fire
|
| Now gypsy, it’s your turn
|
| Choose me or Your pyre
|
| Be mine or you will burn
|
| Priests:
|
| Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy)
|
| Frollo:
|
| God have mercy on her
|
| Priests:
|
| Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy)
|
| Frollo:
|
| God have mercy on me Priests:
|
| Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy)
|
| Frollo:
|
| But she will be mine
|
| Or she will burn! |