Beautiful.
It's a word that we would have invented for her
when she dances and sets her body everyday.
A bird that flaps its wings so as to fly.
Thus, I feel like Hell is opening underneath my feet.
I set my eyes under her gipsy dress.
Praying at Notre-dame, what can it do for me ?
Who
is the one who will throw the first rock at her ?
This reason is not worth being upon ground.
Oh, Lucifer !
Please, just give me one chance
to slide my fingers upon esmeralda's hair.
Beautiful.
Is Devil the one incarnated in her
so as to distract my eyes from the Immortal God ?
[Is Devil] the one who grew up inside me this dark desire
so as to refrain me from watching towards the sky ?
She bears within her the original sin.
Does my desire for her make me a criminal ?
She,
whom we would have to give us joy or nothing,
suddenly seems to bear the cross of the human race.
Oh, Virgin Mary !
Please, just give me one chance
to knock the door at Esmeralda's garden.
Beautiful,
despite her great black eyes that enchant you.
Would the lady be still a maid ?
When her movements make me see bells and whistles
under her rainbow-coloured mini-skirt.
My darling, allow me to be infidel towards you
before I have taken you closer to the edge.
Who
is the man who would refrain himself from looking at her
sorrowed that he might be turned into a statue of salt ?
Oh, lily flower.
I am not an instant man,
I will go to collect the love flower for Esmeralda.
I set my eyes under her gipsy dress.
Praying at Notre-dame, what can it do for me anymore ?
Who
is the one who will throw the first rock at her ?
This reason is not worth being upon ground.
Oh, Lucifer !
Please, just give me one chance
to slide my fingers upon esmeralda's hair.
Esmeralda.