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Richard Cocciante >>
Alba s touto skladbou:
Barabajagal,
Gringoire where has your lady gone? I never see her dance at Notre dame.
I don't really know where she has gone, priests and poets are not one.
In women I see love; the church puts them below and my poems above.
Where is she, your Esmeralda? The small Paris streets can't sing without her song.
She's alone in a tower of stone, far from those who fear all her powers unknown.
Poet what do you say, is it this or that way?
Do not use your words to play, have you seen her today?
Where is she my Esmeralda? The kingdom I rule has lost all its splendour.
She is like a swallow of spring, that someone has caught and tied down the wings.
She is there in the prison called la-Sonte.
If she can't get away that is where she will stay, until she is hung.
You need tell me no more.
Where is she your Esmeralda?
The small Paris streets can't sing without her song.
She is like a swallow of spring, that someone has caught and tied down the wings.
