Letras
Morning in Paris
The city awakes
To the bells of Notre Dame (Doo doo doo)
The Fisherman fishes
The baker-man bakes
To the bells of Notre Dame
To the big bells as
Loud as the thunder
To the little bells
Soft as a psalm (Soft as a psalm)
And some say
The soul of the city's the toll
Of the bells, the bells, the bells, the bells
The bells of Notre Dame
Listen, they are beautiful
But they don't ring by themselves
No, high in the tower lives the bellringer
Why is he there?
It's a tale of a man
And a monster
Judge Claude Frollo longed
To purge the world, of vice and sin. (Kyrie Elaison)
But he felt for his soul
And took in this young child
Deformed from birth
Calling him "Quasimodo."
Dies irae (Dies Irae)
Dies irae (Dies Irae)
I must keep him locked away
Where no one else can see. (No one will behold him)
Even this foul creature
May it prove one day to be
Of use to me
Now here is a riddle
To guess if you can
Sing the bells of Notre Dame
Tell me who is the monster
And who is the man? (The man?)
Safe behind these windows
And these parapets of stone
Gazing at the people
Down below me
And all my life I watch them
As I hide up here alone
I'm hungry for the histories
They show me
And all my life
I memorize their faces
Just knowing them as
They will never know me
And all my life I wonder
How it feels to pass a day
Not above them (Not high up above them)
But part of them (Oh so far away from here)
And out there
Living in the sun
Give me one day out there