Beata Maria
You know I am a righteous man
Of my virtue I am justly proud (Et tibi Pater)
Beata Maria, you know I'm so much purer than the common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd
(Quia peccavi nimis)
Then tell me, Maria
Why I see her dancing there
Why her smoldering eyes still scorch my soul (Cogitatione)
I feel her, I see her
The sun caught in her raven hair is blazing in me out of all control (Verbo et opere)

Like fire
Hellfire
This fire in my skin
This burning desire
Is turning me to sin

It's not my fault (Mea culpa)
I'm not to blame. (Mea culpa)
It was thе gypsy girl, the witch who set this flame (Mеa maxima culpa)
It's not my fault. (Mea culpa)
It's in God's plan. (Mea culpa)
He made the Devil so much stronger than a man (Mea maxima culpa)

Protect me, Maria
Don't let this siren cast her spell
Don't let her fire sear my flesh and bone
Destroy Esmeralda
And let her taste the fires of Hell
Or else let her be mine and mine alone
I will find her
I will find her if I have to burn down all of Paris

Hellfire
Dark fire
Now, gypsy, it's your turn
Choose me or your pyre
Be mine or you will burn

God have mercy on her
God have mercy on me
But she will be mine or she will burn
She will burn!
Give me sanctuary!