But she will be mine or she will burn!
Quasimodo
So many times out there
I've watched a happy pair
Of lovers walking in the night
They had a kind of glow around them
It almost looked like a heaven's light
I knew I'd never know
That warm and loving glow
Though I might wish with all my might
No face as hideous as my face
Was ever meant for heaven's light
But suddenly an angel has smiled at me
And kissed my cheek without a trace of fright
I dare to dream that she might even care for me
And as I ring these bells tonight
My cold dark tower seems so bright
I swear it must be heaven's light
| Priests Confiteor Deo Omnipotenti Beatae Mariae semper Virgini Beato Michaeli archangelo Sanctis apostolis omnibus sanctis |
(I confess to God Almighty) (To Blessed Mary ever Virgin) (To the blessed archangel Michael) (To the holy apostles, to all the saints) |
Frollo
Beata Maria
You know I am a righteous man
Of my virtue I am justly proud
| Priests Et tibi Pater |
(And to you, Father) |
Frollo
Beata Maria
You know I'm so much purer than
The common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd
| Priests Quia peccavi nimis |
(That I have sinned) |
Frollo
Then tell me, Maria
Why I see her dancing there
Why her smold'ring eyes still scorch my soul
| Priests Cogitatione |
(In thought) |
Frollo
I feel her, I see her
The sun caught in her raven hair
Is blazing in me out of all control
| Priests Verbo et opere |
(In word and deed) |
Frollo
Like fire, hellfire
This fire in my skin
This burning desire
Is turning me to sin
| Frollo It's not my fault I'm not to blame It is the gypsy girl The witch who sent this flame It's not my fault If in God's plan He made the devil so much Stronger than a man |
Priests Mea culpa Mea culpa Mea maxima culpa Mea culpa Mea culpa Mea maxima culpa |
(Through my fault) (Through my fault) (Through my most grievous fault) (Through my fault) (Through my fault) (Through my most grievous fault) |
Frollo
Protect me, Maria
Don't let this siren cast her spell
Don't let her fire sear my flesh and bone
Destroy Esmeralda
And let her taste the fires of hell
Or else let her be mine and mine alone
Minister Frollo, the gypsy has escaped.
What?
No longer in the cathedral. She's gone.
But how?
Never mind. Get out, you idiot.
I'll find her. I'll find her if I have to burn down all of Paris.
Hellfire
Dark fire
Now gypsy, it's your turn
Choose me or
Your pyre
Be mine or you'll burn
| Frollo God have mercy on her God have mercy on me |
Priests Kyrie Eleison Kyrie Eleison Kyrie Eleison |
(Lord have mercy) (Lord have mercy) (Lord have mercy) |
Frollo
But she will be mine or she will burn!