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Belle (Is The Only Word) - från musikalen Notre Dame de Paris

Quasimodo:

Belle, is the only word I know that suits her well

When she dances, oh the stories she can tell

A free bird trying out her wings to fly away

And when I see her move I see hell to pay

She dances naked in my soul and sleep won't come

And it's no use to pray these prayers to Notre Dame

Tell, who'd be the first to raise his hand and throw a stone

I'd hang him high and laugh to see him die alone

Oh, Lucifer, please let me go beyond God's law

And run my fingers through her hair

Esmeralda

Frollo:

Belle, there's a demon inside her who came from Hell

And he turned my eyes from God and oh, I fell

She put this heat inside me I'm ashamed to tell

Without my God inside I'm just a burning shell

The sin of Eve she has in her, I know so well

For want of her I know I'd give my soul to sell

Belle, this gypsy girl, is there a soul beneath her skin

And does she bear the cross of all our human sin

Oh, Notre Dame, please let me go beyond God's law

Open the door of love inside

Esneralda

Phoebus:

Belle, even though her eyes seem to lead us to Hell

She may be more pure, more pure than words can tell

But when she dances feelings come no man can quell

Beneath her rainbow coloured dress there burns the well

My promised one, please let me one time be untrue

Before in front of God and man I marry you

Who would be the man who'd turn from her to save his soul

To be with her I'd let the Devil take me whole

Oh, Fleur-de-Lys, I am a man who knows no law

I go to open up the rose

Esmeralda

Quasimodo, Frollo, Phoebus:

She dances naked in my soul and sleep won't come

And it's no use to pray these prayers to Notre Dame

Tell, who'd be the first to raise his hand and throw a stone

I'd hang him high and laugh to see him die alone

Oh, Lucifer, please let me go beyond God's law

And run my fingers through her hair

Esmeralda

Esmeralda