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Belle (Frollo, Quasimodo, Phoebus)
(английский вариант)
Belle
Notre-Dame De Paris
©1998 Sony music
All music and french lyrics by
Luc Plamondon & Richard Cocciante
respectively.
Belle (Frollo, Quasimodo, Phoebus) (английский
вариант)
Quasimodo:
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Am
Dm
E7
Am
Belle... Is the only word I know that suits her
well
Dm
G C
When she dances on the stories she can tell
Dm
E7 Am
A free bird trying out her wings to fly away
Dm
E7 A7
And when I see her move I see hell to play
Dm
E7
Am
She dances naked in my soul and sleep wait come
Dm
G
C
And it`s no use to pray these prayers to
Notre-Dame
Am
Dm
E7
Am
Tell who`d be the first to raise his hand and
throw a stone
Dm
G C
I`d hang him high and laugh to see him die alone
Dm
E7
Am
Oh, Lucifer, please let me go beyond god`s law
Dm
E7 Am
And run my fingers through her hair...
Esmeralda...
Frollo:
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Am
Dm E7
Am
Belle... There`s a demon inside her who came from
hell
Dm G
C
And he turned my eyes from god and, oh, I fell
Dm
E7
Am
She put this heat inside me I`m ashamed to tell
Dm
E7
A7
Whithout my god inside I`m just a burning shell
Dm
E7
Am
The sin of Eve she has in her I know so well
Dm
G
C
For want of her I know I`d give my soul to sell
Am
Dm
E7
Am
Belle... The gipsy girl is there a soul beneath
her skin
Dm
G
C
And does she bear the cross of all our human
sins
Dm
E7
Am
Oh, Notre-Dame, please, let me go beyond god`s
law
Dm
E7 Am
Open the door of love inside Esmeralda...
Phoebus:
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Am
Dm E7
Am
Belle... Even though her eyes seem to lead us to
hell
Dm
G
C
She may be more pure, more pure than words can
tell
Dm
E7
Am
But when she dances feelings come no man can
quell
Dm
E7
A7
Beneath her rainbow coloured dress there burns the
well
Dm
E7
Am
My promiced one, please, let me one time be
untrue
Dm
G C
Before in front of god and man I marry you
Am
Dm
E7
Am
Who would be the man who`d burn from her to save
his soul
Dm
G
C
To be with her I`d let the devil take me whole
Dm
E7
Am
Oh, Fleur-de-lys, I am a man who knows the law
Dm
E7 Am
I go to open up the rose... Esmeralda...
Quasimodo, Frollo, Phoebus:
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Dm
E7
Am
She dances naked in my soul and sleep wait come
Dm
G
C
And it`s no use to pray these prayers to
Notre-Dame
Am
Dm
E7
Am
Tell who`d be the first to raise his hand and
throw a stone
Dm
G C
I`d hang him high and laugh to see him die alone
Dm
E7
Am
Oh, Lucifer, please let me go beyond god`s law
Dm
E7 Am
And run my fingers through her hair...
Esmeralda...
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