Beautiful.
It's a word that seems invented for her
when she dances and shows her body like
A bird that stretches its wings to fly.
Then, I feel like Hell is opening underneath my feet.
I set my eyes under her gypsy dress.
Praying Virgin Mary! What do I need it for?
Who
is the one who will throw the first rock at her?
This one isn't worth living on earth.
Oh, Lucifer!
Oh, let me only once
slide my fingers into Esmeralda's hair.
Beautiful.
Is Devil the one incarnated in her
to distract my eyes from the eternal God?
(Is Devil the one) who grew up inside me this carnal desire
so as to prevent me from watching towards the sky?
She bears within her the original sin.
Does my desire for her make me a criminal?
She,
Who was taken for a prostitute, a girl without any value
suddenly seems to bear the cross of the human race.
Oh, Virgin Mary!
Oh, let me only once
knock the door of 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 the moon and the stars
under her rainbow-colored mini-skirt.
My darling, allow me to be infidel towards you
before I have taken you closer to the altar.
Who
is the man who would refrain himself from looking at her
concerned by the fact that he might be turned into a statue of salt?
Oh, lily flower.
I am not a churchman,
I will go and collect the love flower for Esmeralda.
I set my eyes under her gypsy dress.
Praying Virgin Mary! What do I need it for?
Who
is the one who will throw the first rock at her?
This one isn't worth living on earth.
Oh, Lucifer!
Oh, let me only once
slide my fingers into Esmeralda's hair.
Esmeralda.