Os Sons de Notre Dame

The bells toll, Paris awoke
at the sound of Notre Dame.
There's fresh fish already, the bread has baked
at the sound of Notre Dame.
Big bells with thunderous sounds,
and small ones with sounds of prayer.
Paris, divine are the sounds of your bells,
the sounds... The sounds of Notre Dame.
- Listen! They're beautiful, aren't they?
There are so many colorful sounds, so many changes in timbre! Because you know, they don't ring alone.
- Oh, no?
- No, silly. Up there, up, up
in the bell tower lives the mysterious bell ringer.
- Who is this creature?
- Who is he?
- What is he?
- What?
- How did he end up there?
- How?
- Quiet! Clopin will tell you. It's a story... The story of a man and a monster.
It all begins in the darkness under the dock at Notre Dame.
- Make him be quiet! They'll discover us!
- Quiet, my love.
Four gypsies in strong tension under the dock at Notre Dame.
- Pay and you'll enter safely into Paris.
But someone ambushed the gypsies who trembled
at the sight of this someone whose soul is as hard as bronze that refines the sounds...
- Judge Claudio Frollo!
The sounds of Notre Dame.
Frollo, the judge, ordered the evil to be swept away from there.
He saw sin in every being, except in himself.
Take this gypsy rabble to the Palace of Justice.
- You! What are you hiding?
- Stolen things, no doubt.
- Take it from her.
She fled.
- Sanctuary! Please, give asylum!
- A baby?
-Ahh, a monster!
-Stop! shouted the archdeacon.
-It's a profane soul. I'll send her back to Hell, which is her place.
-Innocent blood you spilled on the steps of Notre Dame.
-She fled. I followed. 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 may delude yourself, that you won't have remorse tomorrow. But you won't be able to avoid or escape from this gaze... The deep gaze of Notre Dame...
Although Frollo had total power in his hands, such a vision made him tremble at the feet of the cathedral.
- And what do I do?
- Take care of the child and raise him as if he were yours.
- What? I must take care of this wretch?
- Alright, but let him live with you in your church.
- Live here? Where?
- Anywhere.
- Let him stay in a place far away like that...
In the bell tower perhaps, and who knows God writes
straight with crooked lines. And perhaps this creature may one day, finally, serve me.
And Frollo gave a cruel name to the child, a name that means