Bells Of Notre Dame Lyrics

Born in a sorry cot, left on the stairs of the cold stone;
d___ed to be scorned, in darkness, d___ed to be alone;
Taken by the church, his soul will be slave of God;
In the belfrys beauty is his figure something odd.
We see the hunchback in Notre Dame
Dancing on the tallest towers
Arcades and spires, filling his heart,
Deep like the choir, fine like the art
Is the place my cell, is it?
Is Gods home my hell?
Oh, my body prisions my poor soul,
Untill i toll!
CHORUS
I am grim, full of gloom
In my dim gothic tomb
But the bells in my heart chime for ever
With the ding that belongs
To the king of their songs
Im the sound of Notre Dame
In the wheel of life he is a horror for the crowd,
When will be the time hell see the sun between the clouds?
Looking at the bells he think about his tragic fate
Wants to be a rock or metal like his soulless mates
We hear the hunchback in Notre Dame
Crying on the tallest towers
Gargoyles and columns, his relity;
Chants wich are solemn, his agony
Is the place my cell, is it?
Is Gods home my hell?
Oh, my body imprisons my poor soul
Until i toll!
CHORUS

TRADUCCIÓN:

Clopín:
Muy de mañana despierta a París
La canción de Notre Dame...
Redoblan campanas, por el Sena gris,
Suena el son de Notre Dame...
Sus campanas que a veces son truenos,
Y otras veces parecen cristal.
Y siempre será el alma de la ciudad
Su canción: el son de Notre Dame...

Ésta es la historia que empieza en los muelles,
De noche en Notre Dame...

Cuatro asustados gitanos se acercan
Sin ruido a Notre Dame...

Pero van a caer en la trampa,
Y ante ellos, altiva, verán
Una horrible figura de voz más oscura que el son...

El son de Notre Dame...