Où est-elle ?
Notre Dame De Paris
Where Is She?
Frollo:
Gringoire, what have you done with your wife?
We don’t see her dancing at Notre-Dame anymore.
Gringoire:
I don’t know, to be honest.
You’re a priest, and I’m a poet.
We don’t have women,
The same faith, the same poetry.
Frollo:
Where is she,
Your Esmeralda?
The streets of Paris
Are sad without her.
Gringoire:
She’s alone
In a tower,
Far from those who fear
Being enchanted.
Frollo:
What do you mean, poet?
You’re speaking in riddles.
Don’t dance around it,
Tell me if you’ve seen her.
Clopin:
Where is she,
My Esmeralda?
The Court of Miracles
Has lost its queen.
Gringoire:
She looks like
A swallow,
Whose
Wings have been clipped.
You’ll find her
In the prison of "La Santé."
If you don’t save her,
She’ll be sentenced
To hang.
Clopin:
Don’t tell me more.
The three:
Where is she,
Our Esmeralda?
The streets of Paris
Are sad without her.
She looks like
A swallow,
Whose
Wings have been clipped.
