Bella

Beautiful, the word beautiful was born with her
col her body and bare feet
it's a flight I would grab and hold
but she goes up to hell to hold me
to see under her gypsy skirt
with what heart I still pray to notre dame
is there someone who will throw the first stone at her
be erased from the face of the earth
if the devil wanted, I would spend my life
with my fingers in Esmeralda's hair.

Beautiful, it's the demon that has incarnated in her
to tear my eyes away from God
who has put passion and desire in me
the flesh knows that she is Paradise
there is in me the pain of a love that hurts
and I don't care if I become a criminal
who passes like the most profane beauty
she carries the weight of a cruel human cross
Oh Notre Dame for once I would like
to enter her door like in Church.

Beautiful, she takes me away with her eyes and magic
and I don't know if she is a virgin or not
under Venus her woman knows it
makes me discover the mountain and not the afterlife
love now don't forbid me to betray
to act crazy a few steps from the altar
who is the living man who could give up
under the punishment then to turn into salt
or daisy see there is no faith in me
I will see on Esmeralda's body if there is

I saw under her gypsy skirt
with what heart I still pray to notre dame
is there someone who will throw the first stone at her
be erased from the face of the earth
if the devil wanted, I would spend my life
with my fingers in Esmeralda's hair.