This story takes place
in Paris, in the year of the Lord
fourteen Eighty-two,
a tale of love and desire.
We, who are unknown artists,
in sculpture and verse
will attempt to transcribe
this story for you and posterity.
The time of the cathedrals has come,
stones become
statues, music and poems.
Everything reaches up for the stars,
in stone and glass.
Literature is architecture.
Brick by brick, day after day,
century after century, with love,
men saw the raising of the towers
that they built with their own hands.
With music and words,
men sing love songs,
and men's dreams fly high
towards the skies of tomorrow.
The time of the cathedrals has come,
stones become
statues, music and poems.
Everything reaches up for the stars,
in stone and glass.
Literature is architecture.
The time of the cathedrals has come,
stones become
statues, music and poems.
Everything reaches up for the stars,
in stone and glass.
Literature is architecture.
The time of the cathedrals has gone,
stones are
as hard as reality,
in the hands of these vandals and pagans,
who reached this place.
Today is the day.
That day is today.
We are the foreigners
without passports,
men and women,
all we have is our lives.
Oh! Notre Dame we beseech you
Asylum! Asylum!
We are the foreigners
without passports,
men and women,
we are the poor.
Oh! Notre Dame we beseech you
Asylum! Asylum!
We are a thousand or more,
we're the barbarians in town.
Soon we'll be 10,000,
and then 100,000.
We'll be millions
coming close
to you,
to you!
We are the foreigners
without passports.
We are nothing,
less than zero.
Oh! Notre Dame we beseech you
Asylum! Asylum!
We are like ants
underground.
Where are you man?
This is not the real world!
The world will change
and intermix,
and start again
from here.
We are the foreigners
without passports,
men and women,
all we have is our lives.
We are the foreigners,
beat and defeated,
but when we lose
we lose nothing.
Nothing is nothing,
it's worth nothing.
We are penniless,
we are immune.
In the world we represent
nothing.
We are children and mothers,
fathers and sons.
We are the foreigners
without passports.
We are the outcast
and the unlawful.
We are the foreigners.
Everywhere we go,
wherever we are,
we're outsiders.
Oh! Notre Dame we beseech you
Asylum! Asylum!
We are the foreigners
without passports,
men and women,
all we have is our lives.
Oh! Notre Dame we beseech you
Asylum! Asylum! Asylum! Asylum!
Sir Phoebus de Chateaupers, Captain of the King's archers,
I summon you to chase away
that scum of the earth.
That bunch of miserable beggars
will disrupt the peace
of the good citizens of Paris.
By your orders, my Lord Archdeacon!
I'll kill them all if I have to,
and chase from your sight
this bunch of worthless.
Where are you from, lovely stranger?
Daughter of the stars and the earth,
fair bird of paradise,
why are you here?
My mother used to love Spain
as if it were her home.
She loved the bandits on the hills,
on the hills of Andalusia,
on the hills of Andalusia.
My father's gone, my mother too,
and Paris is my home,
but I dream of a sea
which takes me away
to the hills of Andalusia.
Gipsy,
I don't reveal myself to anyone.
Gipsy,
what kind of life is mine?
Gipsy, gipsy,
Where will I be tomorrow and with whom?
Gipsy, gipsy,
It's all written in the palm of my hand.
I spent my childhood barefoot
on the hills of Provence.
The road is long for a gipsy,
the road is long.
and I'll keep on walking
Up to the end of the earth,
with other gipsies up to the end of the earth,
to the end of the earth.
There is an Andalusian river
which runs through my veins,
and the Andalusian sky
breathes life into me.
Gipsy,
nobody knows me here.
Gipsy,
I'm the child of the road.
Gipsy, gipsy,
who's going to be loved by me?
Gipsy, gipsy,
It's written in the palm of my hand.
You know, Esmeralda,
you're no longer a child
and sometimes I look at you
with anxiety.
You were very small
when your mother left,
taken away by death,
in Andalusia.
She granted me to you,
and you, with jealousy,
all the time,
watched over me.
You know, Esmeralda,
men are wicked.
Be careful when you run
through the fields and the streets.
Today is not like yesterday,
you've changed, you understand
- that time for love has come. - that time for love has come.
I'll give my life to you,
you'll give me a diamond ring.
If your words and promises are lies,
I won't believe them.
Your heart is mine,
your lips are for me,
the stars in the skies
will shine into your eyes.
You are my knight,
you are my love.
I love you more
than you'll ever know.
If I didn't know,
now I see it in your eyes,,
full of desire for me,
desire to make love.
- Stop your search. - You are here.
- Here forever. - You are here.
Me the bride, you the groom,
nothing else matters.
Only gold
is worthy of you,
and I'll use it to wrap you up
when you're naked.
Your words
make me want to kiss you,
you speak like a poet.
Your lips are mine:
- Stop your search. - You are here.
I believe it's a beautiful thing
to link my happiness
to your happiness.
It'll be a merry day when you and I
can be one,
can be one.
The feast of fools!
Let me preside
over this feast of fools.
Let's all have fun and be merry!
The feast of fools!
Take the ugliest
and crown him,
because of his face, on the city's main square.
The most
repellent
monster will get the crown
The Pope of Fools!
The most
repellent person
will be the Pope of Fools
He's
there!
That's
him!
Who is he?
What's he doing?
There he goes
back and forth.
Who is that?
Who is it over there? Who's that monster
who's hiding in the dark?
The Pope of Fools!
He's the most repellent and will wear the crown!
The Pope of Fools!
He's the bell ringer, the hunchback.
He's certainly the ugliest, he is Quasimodo
Now he's giving poor Esmeralda the eye.
He's a hunchback, he's one-eyed and limp. He'll wear the crown.
The Pope of Fools!
He will wear the crown! he will wear the crown!
Quasimodo!
He will wear the crown! he will wear the crown!
The Pope of Fools!
He will wear the crown! he will wear the crown!
Quasimodo!
The Pope of Fools!
Not today. Any other day but not today.
Don't mock me today, girls, don't laugh at me.
I am the Pope,
the Pope of Fools.
Today is the Epiphany,
and for one day I've the power of a king.
Will you love me, Esmeralda?
Will you ever love me?
But you don't care,
my Esmeralda.
Oh! You couldn't care less
that today I'm a king,
the Pope of Fools,
mad about you,
I am a king.
Beware! hell is inside her!
She's a gipsy, a foreigner.
She's a witch, a bitch, a street cat,
she's barefoot and almost naked
She's a mortal sin, she's a sorceress,
she should live in a cage,
not to steal
the honest hearts of us, children of Notre Dame.
Tonight we'll approach her
and take her away,
then lock her in the tower
and teach her the only true religion
of Jesus and his Holy Mother.
From me
you'll obtain anything you ask for.
I'll do anything you ask me,
I will do it for you, I will do it for you.
I had a childhood too only because
you brought me to life, because
you adopted me, and never called me
a monster.
You are the only one
who fed me and listened to me.
You protected me, and suffered
a little for me too, maybe.
You gave me joy
by naming me ringer
of bells.
I speak with you, thanks to you
even if I can't read or write, and never
could I read through your mind
deeply.
I'm bond to you like a dog,
but a dog has never loved like this.
I belong to you more than a dog,
but a dog has never loves like this.
The gates of Paris
locked at night,
hug in the dark vice and smiles,
desire and passionate love.
On the beds of Paris
madness lies,
tied up to rapture.
On a bridge I saw
an angel who smiled tonight.
She smiled at me
then disappeared.
I followed her, but
I lost her and never saw her anymore.
So now I slip into the night,
into its smiles and carnal desire.
Enough now!
Stop that infamous hunchback!
It's a shame!
That dog assaulted a woman!
I am the captain
in charge of the peace.
Your safety
is in my hands.
Let me escort you
outside the city gates
where the gipsies live,
gypsies like you.
Go away,
you've clearly made a mistake.
Esmeralda, good Sir, is not a soldier's girl.
Maybe you will,
maybe tomorrow you'll come.
I'll be there to see you
at "The Valley of Love" Cabaret.
At "The Valley of Love" Cabaret.
You can find love there.
Love at "The Valley of Love".
Here we are, forever,
the brothers of misery.
There's no heaven and no hell here,
no hell and no heaven.
What is here, is rotten,
we're the worms on the rotten earth.
Wine and blood look alike
here in the Court of Miracles.
We make casual love,
you're in front of the Court of Miracles.
Bandits dance with beggars,
beware of the Court of Miracles.
We're the leftovers of the world,
we're the Court of Miracles.
Yes, we're the Court of Miracles.
We're all the same breed
of passing people.
We don't share a flag or a religion,
no flag and no religion.
We only have our rags.
The colour of my skin is different from yours.
Gipsies and villains sing the same song,
you're inside the Court of Miracles.
We're always innocent, like every criminal,
you're in front of the Court of Miracles.
Thieves and killers share the same cup,
beware of The Court of Miracles,
as we are all outlaws,
we are the Court of Miracles.
Yes, we're the Court of Miracles.
Gringoire the Bard,
you will be hung!
How dared you
enter our Court?
Our Court,
our Court.
Enter your Court..
Only a woman
can save you if she marries you.
Listen to me, poets
should all be hung
with a rope around their neck,
with a rope around their neck.
Wheres a woman? Where's a woman?
Look who's here,
beautiful Esmeralda.
Will you take him as a husband?
Tell me if you will
take this worthless minstrel.
If it saves him, I'll take him.
Marry me, or I shall die.
I'll be your wife, but I can't love you.
Wine and blood share the same colour,
you're inside the Court of Miracles.
We make casual love,
you're in front of the Court of Miracles.
Bandits dance with beggars,
beware of the Court of Miracles.
We're the leftovers of the world,
we're the Court of Miracles.
Yes, we're the Court of Miracles.
Gipsies and villains sing the same song,
you're inside the Court of Miracles.
We escaped from prison,
you're in front of the Court of Miracles.
Thieves and killers share the same cup,
beware of the Court of Miracles,
as we are all outlaws,
we're the Court of Miracles.
Yes, we're the Court of Miracles.
What kinds of miracles are you expecting from us,
at the Court of Miracles?
Now may I know
whom I've the honour of marrying?
I'm Gringoire the Bard the merry voice of this town.
The merry voice of this town.
I'm not a ladies' man but if you want, I will make you
my Muse. Do you agree?
You, who are a poet
and can read and write, do you know
what Phoebus means?
Phoebus is a warm name.
Whose name is it? Who is he?
He's the one that I'll always love.
It's Latin,
Phoebus was the sun.
Phoebus is the sun to me.
He's as bright as the sun.
Maybe he's a prince or a king.
He can make me feel in love,
as I've never felt before.
And I feel love now.
He's as bright as the sun.
Maybe he's a prince or a king.
He'll come to me.
He's as bright as the sun,
and he's immoral.
He's a soldier, and I should run away,
but I'm attracted to him.
He's as bright as the sun,
and he's immoral,
he'll come to me.
He's as bright as the sun.
A wonder of a man,
he'll have me, he'll take me
and love me forever.
He's as bright as the sun,
a wonder of a man.
He's as bright as the sun.
He'll come
to me.
My heart,
torn in two,
my heart
which desire torn apart
and in two,
you love two women and you're torn in two.
My heart,
torn between two faces,
my heart,
you desire
and so you take, and can't tell
if you feel guilty or happy.
One for the day,
one for the night.
One for love,
the other one for the senses.
One is forever,
till the end of time,
the other one is a one-night stand,
and maybe less.
My heart,
torn in two,
their hearts
are only muscles,
yet they've chained me.
I'm overwhelmed but I feel strong.
My heart,
you're ripped off.
My heart,
you love because
you know you are loved.
Love is action, so you act.
One for heaven,
one for hell.
One is sweet,
the other one is bittersweet.
One listens
to my false promises,
the other one listens to my lies.
My heart,
loved but torn in two,
my heart,
love called on you
and you're torn in two.
You love two women, who are you?
No!
My heart,
more obscene than sex,
my heart,
two women are for you, and you can't tell
if you feel guilty or happy.
My heart, who
are you?
My heart,
torn in two.
My heart,
which desire torn apart and in two,
you love two women, and are torn in two.
My heart, who
are you?
My heart.
Who's that girl who comes here
and dances shamelessly in front of Notre Dame?
This girl is my wife,
given to me by the King of the gipsies.
Did you touch her?
Did her demon possess you?
I wouldn't dare touch her.
And you never will!
There's an inscription
here engraved.
I don't know what it means,
it's inside that gallery.
What does this word "Anānke" mean?
"She reigns over you".
The Greek word "Anānke" means "Fate".
Isn't that Quasimodo?
What happened to him?
He's got himself arrested, the fool!
What did he do?
You one-eyed hunchback, lame and deaf!
You, damned bell-ringer!
Pray for him, he's a poor sinner.
Have mercy on him, good Lord.
Mercy on poor Quasimodo,
who carries on his back
the weight of the world,
And only asks you for a drop of water.
Have mercy on this man at the wheel,
who's thirsty and is asking you
just a drop of water
to drink.
Give me some water to drink!
To drink!
Give me something to drink!
Beauty...
The word "beauty" was invented for her,
whose body and bare feet
push me to fly like a bird, till I catch her.
But Hell flies up to me and catches me.
My eyes gazed under her gipsy skirt.
How can I still pray to the Holy Virgin?
Who
will cast the first stone at her?
He who does, does not deserve to live.
O Satan! I would spend my life
passing my fingers through Esmeralda's hair.
Beauty...
She's an incarnate devil
who took me away from God, she
who has bewitched me with carnal desire.
My body knows that she's Heaven,
My love for her makes me ache,
and I don't care if I commit a crime.
She,
who's considered as an easy girl
and has to carry the weight of her reputation,
I pray to you, Our Lady. Allow me just once
to enter Esmeralda's garden.
Beauty...
Her eyes can cast a spell
I don't know if she's a virgin.
Venus is under her skirt and she knows it.
She makes me reach the top
My love, allow me to be infidel
before we get married.
Who
could resist her,
even knowing he'll be punished?
Oh! My lily flower,
I'm not a man of faith.
I'll look for it on Esmeralda's body.
My eyes gazed under her gipsy skirt.
How can I still pray to the Holy Virgin?
Who
Will cast the first stone at her?
He who does, does not deserve to live.
O Satan! I'd spend my life
passing my fingers through Esmeralda's hair,
Esmeralda's hair.
These monsters made of stone are my friends.
They won't hurt you, you can trust them.
They live with me, don't be afraid.
Stay here with me, you'll be safe.
Notre Dame of Paris is mine.
It's my world, my bed,
It's my nest, my shelter,
it's all that's dear to me.
It's my song, my voice,
my reason, my insanity.
My passion, my prison
and my illusion.
These monsters made of stone are my friends too,
they keep me company when I'm bored.
You're a bit like them, and I like you for that
even if you scare me a bit, as they do.
In my house
you can always feel comfortable,
warm in winter,
cool in summer.
You are always welcome here,
any time of the year.
If you like, my house
can be yours too.
When you need a shelter, when you're lonely,
come to me, I'll protect you.
- In my house, - In your house,
- you're always comfortable. - I'm always comfortable.
- Warm in winter, - Warm in winter,
- cool in summer. - cool in summer.
- You're always welcome, - I'm always welcome,
- any time of the year. - any time of the year.
- My house, if you like, - Your house, if I like,
can be yours too.
Can be mine too.
Hail Mary.
Forgive me.
I don't know what I'm guilty of, but you do.
Hail Mary
I'm a stranger in a strange land.
Hail Mary.
I'm alone.
You're a mother and you understand my pain
Here is your child
Hail Mary
This world is crazy and I don't like it.
Hail Mary.
I find no peace.
Make this sorrow easier to bear.
This is my prayer to you.
Hail Mary,
I'm praying to you like a pagan friend.
Hail Mary,
I love a man.
Protect him as I love him:
Hail Mary.
If you could look inside me,
Esmeralda, you would know
that I am the only one
who really loves you,
while the other ones don't.
They just want your sorrow.
I know what passion is and it's poisoning me.
I don't know who I am, if I'm sane or I'm dreaming.
I'm drowning into her sea, and I feel
like I've never felt before. I've never faced those waves before.
You will destroy me, you will destroy me.
And I'll curse you till I die.
You will destroy me,
you will destroy me.
You dragged me to hell, I can only think of you.
You will destroy me,
you will destroy me, you will destroy me.
You have tempted me, and nothing matters anymore,
neither science nor religion, neither virtue nor chastity.
I gazed at your skirt and fell into you,
I see your skirt, and I know you'll never take it off for me.
You will destroy me, you will destroy me,
and I'm cursing you because I can't have you.
You will destroy me, you will destroy me.
I daydream of holding you and I can't sleep at night.
You will destroy me,
you will destroy me, you will destroy me,
and my old heart was reborn like in spring,
and hell burns inside my heart, as if it were made of wax.
And you blow on that fire, with your beautiful lips of a stranger.
I spy on you, I want you, I call you I am nothing, and you're real.
You will destroy me, you will destroy me,
and I'll curse you till I die.
You will destroy me, you will destroy me.
You dragged me to hell, I can only think of you.
You will destroy me,
you will destroy me, you will destroy me.
You will destroy me,
you will destroy me,
you will destroy me.
Who's that man?
Is it my shadow behind me or a ghost in the night?
But I'm not wearing
a coat and a hat, while he does.
Who are you?
What are you doing here?
Are you here for me?
Why are you here?
I'm your conscience heed my words,
or you'll die soon and die right here.
Soldier, go away,
away form here right now otherwise
it'll be too late.
Yes, I'm a soldier,
but tell me
why are you following me?
Why are you here?
Aren't you a man of God?
Arent you?
The hidden place is here,
the blessed place is here.
The candles burn out as the night comes.
If you come here once you'll get homesick
and want to come back here.
At "The Valley of Love" you'll find the love that you need.
At "The Valley of Love" you can
make love the way you prefer.
No need for gold or jewels,
no need to speak words of love.
Only a few cents and you
can make love the way you prefer.
Andalusians, Moors and Jews arrive from every port,
from the Aegean sea and the Pyrenees, they come here to have fun.
Traders and dealers come to trade in sweet flesh.
Listen to me, women of love.
Listen to the song of this minstrel,
who cries out his lovesickness here, in "The Valley of Love".
Play those drums to tell everyone
that there's love in "The Valley of Love".
No danger at all, though.
This love is not forever,
you walk on velvet here
and will be satisfied.
When I feel lovesick
I always come here,
Where naked bodies melt in intimacy.
Pardon me girls,
but today I'm waiting for lovely Esmeralda.
She saw her destiny in the palm of my hand.
You can hear the moans and the rustle, here.
You can forget all, and get lost, here.
You can live your low-life well, here.
If you're dead you'll resurrect here.
You'll resurrect if you died for love,
and you'll drown into wine
at "The Valley of Love".
And at dawn you'll be satisfied,
if at "The Valley of Love"
you'll make love the way you prefer.
No need for gold or jewels,
No need to speak words of love.
If you want love, you'll find it here
in "The Valley of Love".
Pleasure,
give me pleasure
from your virginity.
All the pleasure for me,
no one else but me
will touch you,
angel of mine and my life,
you, dark secret of my night.
With just one look you set me on fire.
Let our skin
burn for the two of us.
I'll love you and I'll die for you.
Be my fate,
I'll be your fate.
My Phoebus...
Esmeralda...
Fate
is the master of your destiny.
Fate
is the path you have follow.
Fate, you could be no one or a god,
fate,
a prostitute or a queen.
Fate
your life is in its hands.
Fate...
Fate.
# Translated and adapted: lyliakar #