Notre-Dame de Paris
Season #1 Episode #1- Year:
- 1999
- 150 min
- 1,907 Views
Act 1
1 - The Age Of The Cathedrals
2 - The Refugees
3 - Intervention of Frollo
4 - Bohemienne
5 - Esmeralda You See
6 - So Look No More For Love
7 - The Feast Of Fools
8 - The King Of Fools
9 - The Sorceress
10 - The Foundling
11 - The Doors Of Paris
12 - Kidnap Attempt
13 - The Court Of The Miracles
14 - The Word Phoebus
15 - Shining Like The Sun
16 - Torn Apart
17 - Anarchy
18 - Water Please
19 - Belle Is The Only Word
20 - Home In The Sky
21 - Ave Maria
22 - If you can see inside me
23 - Your Love Will Kill me
24 - The Shadow
25 - At Val D'amour
26 - The Voluptuary
27 - Destiny
Act 2
28 - Talk To Me Of Florence
29 - The Bells
30 - Where Is She
31 - The Birds They Put In Cages
32 - Cast Away
33 - The Trial
34 - The Torture
35 - I Am A Priest
36 - Phoebus If You Can Hear
37 - To Get Back To You
38 - My Heart If You Will Swear
39 - Frollo's Visit To Esmeralda
40 - One Bright Morning You Danced
41 - Free Today
42 - Moon
43 - This Small Whistle I Leave You
44 - God You Made The World All Wrong
45 - Live For The One I Love
47 - By Royal Law
48 - My Master My Saviour
49 - Give her to me
50 - Dance My Esmeralda
Act 1
The Age Of The Cathedrals
Gringoire:
This is a tale that takes its place. In Paris fair, this year of grace.
Fourteen hundred eighty two. A tale of lust and love so true.
We are the artists of the time, we dream in sculpture dream in rhyme.
For you we bring our world alive, so something will survive.
From nowhere came the age of the cathedrals.
The old world began.
For man just has to climb up where the stars are.
And live beyond life.
Live in glass and live in stone.
Stone after stone, day after day. From year to year man had his way.
Men had built with faith and love. These cathedrals rose above.
We troubadours and poets sing. That love is all and everything.
We promise you, all human kind. Tomorrow will be fine.
From nowhere came the age of the cathedrals.
The old world began.
For man just has to climb up where the stars are.
And live beyond life.
Live in glass and live in stone.
From nowhere came the age of the cathedrals.
The old world began.
A new unknown thousand years.
For man just has to climb up where the stars are.
And live beyond life.
Live in glass and live in stone.
But it is doomed the age of the cathedrals.
Barbarians wait.
Oh let them in, these pagans and these vandals.
A wise man once said.
In two thousand, this world ends.
In two thousand, this world ends.
The Refugees
Clopin and Refugees:
We are the strangers here, the refugees the women and men.
Without a home, Oh Notre dame we come and ask of you.
Asylum. Asylum.
We are the strangers here, the refugees the women and men.
Without a home, Oh Notre dame we come and ask of you.
Asylum. Asylum.
At Paris gates we stand, ten thousand in our band.
And one day soon we'll be, a million in this land.
We wonder what you'll do, the day we ask of you.
Asylum. Asylum.
We are the strangers here, the refugees the women and men.
Without a home, Oh Notre dame we come and ask of you.
Asylum. Asylum.
We are the down-and-outs, here at the city gates.
And all of Paris waits, to see what we're about.
The world will change someday; We'll make it work someway.
The day we come to stay, with you.
We are the strangers here, the refugees the women and men.
Without a home.
We are the strangers here, the refugees the women and men.
Without a home.
The refugees.
Without a home.
We are the strangers here, the refugees the women and men.
Without a home.
We are the strangers here, the refugees.
We are the strangers here, the refugees the women and men.
Without a home.
We are the strangers here, the refugees the women and men.
Without a home, Oh Notre dame we come and ask of you.
Asylum. Asylum.
We are the strangers here, the refugees the women and men.
Without a home, Oh Notre dame we come and ask of you.
Asylum. Asylum. Asylum. Asylum.
Intervention of Frollo
Frollo:
Monsieur Phoebus de Chateaupers, captain of the archers of the crown.
I order you to arrest, these strangers disturbing the town.
Disperse now at any cost this rabble of the lost.
Who come to disturb the peace, All Paris demand they cease.
Phoebus:
At your order's monsignor Frollo. In god's name my men will strike a blow.
We'll clear this riff raff from your sight, these beggar thieves that live by night.
Phoebus:
Beautiful girl why are you here, is it from heaven you appear?
Paradise must be your home, you're like no one I've ever known.
Bohemienne
Esmeralda:
My mother told me tales of Spain, I think that's where she longed to be.
Of mountain bandits she once sang, Andalusia's memory.
There in the mountains she was free, my mother, father all are gone.
And I've made Paris be my home.
I dream of oceans rolling on, they take my heart where I must come.
Andalusia mountain home.
Bohemienne.
No one knows where my story begins.
Bohemienne.
I was born on a road that bends.
Bohemienne, bohemienne.
Come tomorrow, I'll wander again.
Bohemienne, bohemienne.
Here's my fate in the lines of my hand.
When I was a child in Provence, Bare foot in the hills I danced once.
But the gypsy road is so long, the roads so long.
Everyday I see a new chance, maybe some road will lead from France.
I will follow till I come home, Till I come home.
Andalusia's streams, run through my blood, run through my daydreams.
Andalusia's sky, when it calls me, I feel my heart fly.
Bohemienne.
No one knows where my story begins.
Bohemienne.
I was born on a road that bends.
Bohemienne, bohemienne.
Come tomorrow I'll wander again.
Bohemienne, bohemienne.
Here's my fate in the lines of my hand.
Here's my fate in the lines of my hands.
Esmeralda You See
Clopin:
Esmerada you see, you're no longer a child.
And this world is so wild, that you must hear me a little while.
You were not yet eight years, your mother died so young.
Still hearing as she died, Andalusia's song.
Esmeralda:
She left me here with you, and you watched over me.
Did all that you could do, to help me make it through.
Clopin:
Esmeralda you see, some men can hurt you so.
Esmeralda:
In the streets where I run, out there anything goes.
Clopin:
Do you understand me, and the things I speak of?
You are a child no more.
You've reached the age of love!
Esmeralda:
I've reached the age of love.
So Look No More For Love
Fleur-de-Lys:
My tender years I bring here to you, like diamonds on a string all for you.
Just promise anything, anything I'll believe it's true
Phoebus:
Your heart say's it is time for us two, your eyes look into mine and I'm through.
Not all the stars that shine will outdo, the diamonds they're in you.
Fleur-de-Lys:
The man I've come to love, this handsome cavalier.
Won't know how I can love, until I hold him near.
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