Beautiful
You'd think the word was invented for
her
When she danses, revealing her body,
like
A bird spreading its wings ready to fly
Then I feel Hell opening under my feet
My gaze has fallen on her gypsy's dress
What good could it do me now to pray to our Lady?
Who
Will cast the first stone against her?
He dosen't deserve to live
Oh Lucifer! Oh! Let me, just once,
Slide my fingers through Esmeralda's hair