O Corcunda de Notre Dame - Sons de Notre Dame

The bells are ringing, Paris has awoken
at the sound of Notre Dame.
Fresh fish is ready, the bread is baked
at the sound of Notre Dame.
Big bells with thunderous sounds,
and small ones with sounds of prayer.
Paris, the sounds of your bells are divine,
the sounds... The sounds of Notre Dame.
- Listen! Aren't they beautiful?
So many colorful sounds, so many changes in tone!
Because you know, they don’t ring alone.
- Oh, really?
- No, silly. Up there, up high
in the bell tower lives the mysterious bell ringer.
- Who is that creature?
- Who is it?
- What is he?
- What?
- How did he get up there?
- How?
- Quiet! Clopin will tell you. It’s a story... A
story of a man and a monster.
It all begins in the darkness beneath the docks at Notre Dame.
- Make him shut up! They’ll discover us!
- Quiet, my love.
Four gypsies in high tension beneath the docks at Notre Dame.
- Pay up and you’ll enter Paris safely.
But someone ambushed the gypsies who trembled
at the sight of someone whose soul is as hard as bronze that
sharpens the sounds...
- Judge Claude Frollo!
The sounds of Notre Dame.
Frollo, the judge, ordered the evil to be swept away.
He saw sin in every being, except himself.
Take this gypsy scum to the Palace of Justice.
- You! What are you hiding?
- Stolen goods, no doubt.
- Take it from her.
She ran away.
- Sanctuary! Please, give asylum!
- A baby?
- Ahh, a monster!
- Stop! shouted the archdeacon.
- It’s a profane soul. I’ll send it back to hell,
where it belongs.
- Innocent blood you spilled on the steps of Notre Dame.
- She ran away. I went after her. I’m not guilty.
- From the mother’s hands, the child was taken on the steps of Notre Dame.
- I have a clear conscience.
- You might fool yourself, but you won’t have remorse
tomorrow. But you won’t be able to escape or run from that
look... The deep look of Notre Dame...
Even though Frollo had total power in his hands, such a vision made him tremble at the foot of the cathedral.
- And what do I do?
- Take care of the child and raise it as if it were your own.
- What? I have to take care of this brat?
- Fine, but let him live with you in your church.
- Live here? Where?
- Anywhere.
- Let him stay in a place far away like...
In the bell tower maybe, and who knows, God writes
straight with crooked lines. And maybe such a creature can
one day, finally, serve me.
And Frollo gave a cruel name to the child, a name that
means "half-formed": QUASIMODO.
Answer the riddle as soon as you can at the sound of Notre Dame. Who is the monster? And who is the man?
They say the sounds, sounds, sounds, sounds, sounds
sounds, sounds, sounds, sounds of Notre Dame.