Belle

[Quasimodo]
Beauty
It's a word that seems made just for her
When she dances and shows off her body, like
A bird spreading its wings to take flight
Then I feel hell opening up beneath my feet

I’ve set my eyes beneath her gypsy dress
What good is it to pray to Notre-Dame anymore?
Who
Will be the one to throw the first stone at her?
That one doesn’t deserve to be on this earth

Oh Lucifer!
Oh! Just let me once
Run my fingers through Esmeralda's hair

[Frollo]
Beauty
Is it the devil incarnate in her
To turn my eyes away from the eternal God?
Who has put in my being this carnal desire
To keep me from looking up to Heaven?

She carries within her original sin
Does wanting her make me a criminal?
The one
Who was thought to be a woman of the night, a nobody
Suddenly seems to bear the cross of mankind

Oh Notre-Dame!
Oh! Just let me 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 mountains and wonders
Under her skirt in colors of the rainbow

My darling, let me be unfaithful to you
Before I lead you to the altar
What
Man could turn his gaze away from her
Under the threat of being turned into a pillar of salt?

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

[The three]
I’ve set my eyes beneath her gypsy dress
What good is it to pray to Notre-Dame anymore?
Who
Will be the one to throw the first stone at her?
That one doesn’t deserve to be on this earth

Oh Lucifer!
Oh! Just let me once
Run my fingers through Esmeralda's hair
Esmeralda