Текст песни Esmeralda - The Hunchback of Notre Dame Company

By royal edict, warrant of arrest:
The gypsy known as Esmeralda
Being under suspicion of sorcery, witchcraft
And the arts of Hell
Anyone found harboring or helping her
Will be charged as well

Frollo: Hunt down the gypsy Esmeralda
Don′t let her flee
And vanish in the night
These are the flames of Esmeralda
While she is free
Your torches will burn bright...

Phoebus & Soldiers: Hunt down the gypsy Esmeralda
Don't let her flee
And vanish in the night
These are the flames of Esmeralda
While she is free
Our torches will burn bright...

Frollo: Have no fear, my boy... We will find her and capture her!

The wicked shall not go unpunish-ed
The heart of the wicked is of little worth
The wicked shall not go unpunish-ed...

Congregant: All through the city, at more fevered pitch
Than the bells of Notre Dame...

Phoebus: Two gold pieces for the one who leads us to Esmeralda.

Congregant: Frollo′s men sought Esmeralda, the witch
With the might of Notre Dame...

Phoebus: Four gold pieces for the one who leads us to Esmeralda.

Congregants: Till at last, they were told of a brothel
Where they sometimes hid gypsies from harm...
But the madam, that whore
Denied it and swore by the Saints
The Saints of Notre Dame...

Soldiers: We're looking for La Esmeralda.

Madam: Never heard of her.

Frollo: If you want your house to remain standing, give us the gypsy girl.

Madam: I know nothing of gypsy girls.

Frollo: Very well. We'll set fire to it. Burn it. Did you hear me, Captain?

Phoebus: And he held the torch
That crackled like the gypsy′s voice...

Frollo: Are you disobeying a direct order?

Phoebus: And he knew this was the moment
He must make a choice...

Frollo: I knew it. She′s bewitched you, too. You would throw away a promising career? Captain? Carry out the order!

God help the outcasts
They look to you still
God help the outcasts
Or nobody will

Phoebus: God help the outcasts
Or nobody will!

Frollo': Coward! Traitor! Gypsy′s pawn!
You're relieved of your patrol

Phoebus: Consider it my highest honor.

Frollo: Kyrie Eleison
God have mercy on your soul!

Arrest Captain Phoebus.

Esmeralda: No!

Frollo: You see?! There she is!

Good people of Paris
I′ve heard the calling of the Lord
The time has come to take our city back
We'll save our Paris
Expunge this heathen Gypsy Horde
Before we′re overrun, we must attack!

Frollo, Soldiers & Congregation:
Hunt down the gypsy and the soldier
Don't let them flee
And vanish in the night
We'll find the gypsy and the soldier
While they are free
Our torches will burn bright

Quasimodo: Fire! Fire! Smoke and flame!
Esmeralda, where are you?
In this dark, I call your name
Is that all that I can do?

Phoebus: What have I done for Esmeralda?
Why do I hear her words inside my head?
And still I think of Esmeralda
With my career and body left for dead

Quasimodo: Out there somewhere she is lost...

Phoebus & Frollo: Somewhere she is lost...

Quasimodo: Esmeralda!

Quasimodo, Frollo, Phoebus, Soldiers & Congregation: Where is the girl called Esmeralda?
The flames grow tall
And sharp as fleurs-de-lis

Misericordia

Quasimodo, Frollo, Phoebus, Soldiers & Congregation: All Paris burns for Esmeralda
And still it all
Comes down to her and me

Et dona nobis pacem

Frollo: The devil dwells in Esmeralda

Quasimodo & Phoebus: Oh Esmeralda, Oh Esmeralda

Frollo′: Resist his charm...

Quasimodo & Congregation: Wake up the city and sound the alarm!

Frollo & Soldiers: Wake up the city and sound the alarm!

Wake up the city and sound the alarm!

Frollo, Clopin & Congregation: These are the flames of Esmeralda

Dona nobis pacem

Frollo, Clopin & Congregation: The night is singing

Dona nobis pacem

Frollo, Clopin & Congregation: Of Esmeralda

Dona nobis pacem

Frollo, Clopin & Congregation: Even the bells

Sing the bells

Frollo, Clopin & Congregation: Of

Sing the bells of

Frollo, Clopin & Congregation: Notre Dame!

Of Notre Dame!