Moon,
you who shine your light.
Bright
on the Paris night.
See,
how a man
suffers all for love.
Clear,
solitary star.
So far,
when the day returns.
Please hear.
Up there so high
the cry of the world.
Please hear the cry,
of a man in pain.
For whom
all those million stars.
Don't shine
like those shining eyes.
He loves
with a mortal love.
Moon
Moon,
please don't disappear.
Before
you have time to hear.
Just hear.
How cries
the heart of the human beast.
Please hear the cry,
Quasimodo cries.
He cries for
his heart is full.
His voice
over mountains flies.
So high,
that I know it flies to you.
Moon.
See,
how this man aspires.
To join,
his poor voice with angels.
Moon,
you who shine your light.
For, poets
as they write.
See,
how a man
suffers all for love.
For love.