I lov him
I'm so unhappy that I didn't know that today was Daniel lavoie's birthday, I wish I had made a good Frollo drawing for him 😭
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NOTRE DAME DE PARIS MENTION
AMA DOVE SONO DI TONNO E SETTI???
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Esmeralda: Oh no, the house is on fire! where is the responsible adult?
Gringoire: Don't panic, give me a bucket of water and I'll take care of everything
Gringoire: *pours water over the sleeping Clopin* get up, house is on fire
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not me crying like a fountain every single time at this one since 2002
guys even if you don’t speak italian you need to watch this musical once in your life it’s on youtube
Quando il tempo sarà passato la terra scoprirà
I nostri due scheletri abbracciati
E il mondo lo saprà
Che Quasimodo amò Esmeralda
La raggiunse, e la strinse a sé
Oltre i baci da respirare
Nella morte che dà la vita
All'amore che mai non muore
Balla mia Esmeralda - Notre Dame de Paris musical
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Tentatively doing my Notre Dame de Paris English, see how it goes. I'm about 90% satisfied with this one; a part of me laments not having a whole verse rhyme for the refrain. Also, I do miss Bohémienne, since it's more singable. But since Bohémienne is French, and Esmeralda gets called Zingara throughout the show and talks about Andalucía, I opted for Zingara.
Air of the Zingara (Bohémienne)
Phoebus
Beautiful stranger, where do you dwell?
Angel of heaven or of hell?
Child of God or beast of man
How came you here to this land?
Esmeralda
Zingara
No one country or creed is my own
Zingara
I’m a child of the road alone
Zingara, zingara
Come tomorrow, I’ll seek a new land
Zingara, Zingara
Read my fate in the lines of my hand
My mother told me tales of Spain
Of golden days beneath its sun
Its blazing mountains and terrain
The plazas full of gypsy song
That’s where my mother once belonged
Now she and Father all are gone
And Paris soon became my own
But when I hear that roaring foam
My wayward heart begins to roam
To my Castilian mountain home
Zingara
No one country or creed is my own
Zingara
I’m a child of the road alone
Zingara, zingara
Come tomorrow, I’ll seek a new land
Zingara, zingara
Read my fate in the lines of my hand
Dancing barefoot through the countryside
The hills and mountains of Provincial prides
For the gypsy road is so long
The road’s so long
I will follow uphill, below
Where it will lead me, where e’er I’ll go
For I belong to gypsy life and song
The life and song
The green of Spanish seas
Runs through my veins
Runs through my daydreams
The blue of Spanish skies
She tells me, “Fly,”
“Return to me now”
Zingara
No one country or creed is my own
Zingara
I’m a child of the road alone
Zingara, zingara
Come tomorrow, who knows where I’ll land?
Zingara, zingara
Read my fate in the lines of my hand
Read my fate in the lines of my hand…
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Belle is such a beautiful song.
I don’t have an original thought. It is just great.
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