Notre Dame De Paris (musical)
Notre Dame De Paris (musical) - Belle (English Version) songtekst
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Belle is a word I think was invented because of her When she dances oh, the stories she can tell A free bird try out her wings to fly away And when I see her move I see the hell to pray She dances naked in my soul and sleep won't come And it's no use to pray this 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 love And run my fingers through her hair Esmeralda Belle, there is a demon inside her who came from hell And he turned my eyes from god,oh,I fell He put this inside me I'm ashamed to tell Without my god inside I'm just a burning shell The same of Eve she has in her I know so well For want of her I know I'd give my soul to sell Bell, this gypsy girl is there a soul beneath her skin And oh she bears the cross of all our human sin Oh Notre Dame, please let me go beyond god's love Open the door of love inside Esmeralda Belle, even though her eyes seem to lead us to hell She may be more pure more pure than the 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 I am a man who knows no love I go to open up the rose Esmeralda She dances naked in my soul and sleep won't come And it's no use to pray this 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 love And run my fingers through her hair Esmeralda