Belle

[Quasimodo]
Beauty
It's a word that seems invented for her
When she dances and reveals her body, like
A bird spreading its wings to fly away
Then I feel hell opening beneath my feet

I laid my eyes under her gypsy dress
What good is it to still pray to Our Lady
Who
Is the one to cast the first stone at her
That one doesn't deserve to be on earth

Oh Lucifer!
Oh! Let me just once
Slide my fingers through Esmeralda's hair

[Frollo]
Beauty
Is it the devil incarnated in her
To divert my eyes from the eternal God
Who placed in my being this carnal desire
To prevent me from looking towards the sky

She carries within her the original sin
Does desiring her make me a criminal
She
Who was taken for a girl of joy, a girl of nothing
Suddenly seems to bear the cross of humankind

Oh Our Lady!
Oh! Let me just once
Push open the door to Esmeralda's garden

[Phoebus]
Beauty
Despite her big black eyes that enchant you
Could the lady still be a virgin?
When her movements show me wonders
Under her rainbow-colored petticoat

My sweetheart, let me be unfaithful to you
Before leading you to the altar
Who
Is the man who would turn his gaze from her
Under the threat of being turned into a statue of salt

Oh Fleur-de-Lys
I am not a man of faith
I will pick the flower of love from Esmeralda

[Quasimodo, Frollo, Phoebus]
I laid my eyes under her gypsy dress
What good is it to still pray to Our Lady
Who
Is the one to cast the first stone at her
That one doesn't deserve to be on earth

Oh Lucifer!
Oh! Let me just once
Slide my fingers through Esmeralda's hair

Esmeralda