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мультфильм "The Hunchback of Notre Dame" 
("Горбун из Нотр Дама") 
режиссер 

The Bells of Notre Dame
Out There 
Topsy Turvy 
God Help the Outcasts 
Heaven's Light 
Hellfire 
A Guy Like You 
The Court of Miracles 
Sanctuary 
And He Shall Smite The Wicked     

The Bells  of Notre Dame 
Music: Alan Menken
Lyrics: Stephen Schwartz

Clopin :
Morning in Paris, the city awakes 
To the bells of Notre Dame 
The fisherman fishes, the bakerman bakes 
To the bells of Notre Dame 
To the big bells as loud as the thunder 
To the little bells soft as a psalm 
And some say the soul of the city's 
The toll of the bells 
The bells of Notre Dame 

Listen, they're beautiful, no? 
So many colors of sound, so many changing moods 
Because you know, they don't ring all by themselves 
- They don't? - 
No, silly boy. 
Up there, high, high in the dark bell tower 
lives the mysterious bell ringer. 
Who is this creature - Who? - 
What is he? - What? - 
How did he come to be there - How? - 
Hush, and Clopin will tell you 
It is a tale, a tale of a man and a monster. 

Dark was the night when our tale was begun 
On the docks near Notre Dame 
Man #1 :  
Shup it up, will you! 
Man #2 :
We'll be spotted! 
Gypsy : 
Hush, little one. 
Clopin :
Four frihtened gypsies slid silently under 
The docks near Notre Dame 
Man #3 :  
Four guilders for safe passage into Paris 
Clopin :
But a trap had been laid for the gypsies 
And they gazed up in fear and alarm 
At a figure whose clutches 
Were iron as much as the bells 
Man #4 : 
Judge Claude Frollo 
Clopin : 
The bells of Notre Dame 
 
Chorus : 
Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy) 
Clopin : 
Judge Claude Frollo longed 
To purge the world 
Of vice and sin 
Chorus :  
Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy) 
Clopin :  
And he saw corruption 
Ev'rywhere 
Except within 
Frollo :  
Bring these gypsy vermin to the palace of justice 
Guard :
You there, what are you hiding? 
Frollo :  
Stolen goods, no doubt. Take them from her 
Clopin :  
She ran 
Chorus :  
Dies irae, dies illa (Day of wrath, that day) 
Solvet saeclum in favilla (Shall consume the world in ashes) 
Teste David cum sibylla (As prophesied by David and the sibyl) 
Quantus tremor est futurus (What trembling is to be) 
Quando Judex est venturus (When the Judge is come) 
Gypsy :  
Sanctuary, please give us sanctuary 
Frollo :  
A baby? A monster! 
Archdeacon : 
Stop! 
Clopin : 
Cried the Archdeacon 
Frollo :  
This is an unholy deamon. 
I'm sending it back to hell, where it belongs. 
Archdeacon :  
See there the innocent blood you have spilt 
On the steps of Notre Dame 
Frollo :  
I am guiltless. She ran, I pursued. 
Archdeacon :
Now you would add this child's blood to your guilt 
On the steps of Notre Dame 
Frollo :  
My conscience is clear 
Archdeacon :  
You can lie to yourself and your minions 
You can claim that you haven't a qualm 
But you never can run from 
Nor hide what you've done from the eyes 
The very eyes of Notre Dame 
Chorus : 
Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy) 
Clopin :  
And for one time in his life 
Of power and control 
Chorus : 
Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy) 
Clopin :  
Frollo felt a twinge of fear 
For his immortal soul 
Frollo : 
What must I do? 
Archdeacon : 
Care for the child, and raise it as your own 
Frollo : 
What? I'd be settled with this misshapen ...? 
Very well. Let him live with you, in your church. 
Archdeacon :  
Live here? Where? 
Frollo :
Anywhere 
Just so he's kept locked away 
Where no one else can see 
The bell tower, perhaps 
And who knows, our Lord works in mysterious ways 
Even this foul creature may 
Yet prove one day to be 
Of use to me 
Clopin :  
And Frollo gave the child a cruel name 
A name that means half-formed--Quasimodo 
Now here is a riddle to guess if you can 
Sing the bells of Notre Dame 
Who is the monster and who is the man? 
Clopin and Chorus :  
Sing the bells, bells, bells, bells 
Bells, bells, bells, bells 
Bells of Notre Dame 

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  Out There  
Music: Alan Menken
Lyrics: Stephen Schwartz

Frollo : 
The world is cruel 
The world is wicked  
It's I alone whom you can trust in this whole city 
I am your only friend 
I who keep you, teach you, feed you, dress you 
I who look upon you without fear 
How can I protect you, boy, unless you 
Always stay in here 
Away in here 
Remember what I taught you, Quasimodo 
You are deformed 
Quasimodo :  
I am deformed 
Frollo :  
And you are ugly 
Quasimodo :  
And I am ugly 
Frollo :  
And these are crimes 
For which the world 
Shows little pity 
You do not comprehend 
Quasimodo :  
You are my one defender 
Frollo :  
Out there they'll revile you 
As a monster 
Quasimodo : 
I am a monster 
Frollo :  
Out there they will hate 
And scorn and jeer 
Quasimodo : 
Only a monster 
Frollo : 
Why invite their calumny 
And consternation? 
Stay in here 
Be faithful to me 
Quasimodo :  
I'm faithful 
Frollo : 
Grateful to me 
Quasimodo :  
I'm grateful 
Frollo : 
Do as I say 
Obey 
And stay 
In here 
Quasimodo :  
I'll stay 
In here 
 
Quasimodo :  
Safe behind these windows and these parapets of stone 
Gazing at the people down below me 
All my life I watch them as I hide up here alone 
Hungry for the histories they show me 
All my life I memorize their faces 
Knowing them as they will never know me 
All my life I wonder how it feels to pass a day 
Not above them 
But part of them 

And out there 
Living in the sun 
Give me one day out there 
All I ask is one 
To hold forever 

Out there 
Where they all live unaware 
What I'd give 
What I'd dare 
Just to live one day out there 

Out there among the millers and the weavers and their wives 
Through the roofs and gables I can see them 
Ev'ry day they shout and scold and go about their lives 
Heedless of the gift it is to be them 
If I was in their skin 
I'd treasure ev'ry instant 

Out there 
Strolling by the Seine 
Taste a morning out there 
Like ordinary men 
Who freely walk about there 
Just one day and then 
I swear I'll be content 
With my share 
Won't resent 
Won't despair 
Old and bent 
I won't care 
I'll have spent 
One day 
Out there

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Topsy Turvy  
Music: Alan Menken
Lyrics: Stephen Schwartz

Crowd : 
Come one, come all! 
Leave your loops and milking stools 
Coop the hens and pen the mules 
Come one, come all! 
Close the churches and the schools 
It's the day for breaking rules 
Come and join the feast of ... 
Clopin :  
Fools! 

Once a year we throw a party here in town 
Once a year we turn all Paris upside down 
Ev'ry man's a king and ev'ry king's a clown 
Once again it's Topsy Turvy Day 
It's the day the devil in us gets released 
It's the day we mock the prig and shock the priest 
Ev'rything is topsy turvy at the Feast of Fools! 
Crowd :  
Topsy turvy! 
Clopin :  
Ev'rything is upsy daysy! 
Crowd :  
Topsy turvy! 
Clopin : 
Ev'ryone is acting crazy 
Dross is gold and weeds are a bouquet 
That's the way on Topsy Turvy Day 
All :  
Topsy Turvy! 
Clopin and Crowd : 
Beat the drums and blow the trumpets 
All :  
Topsy Turvy! 
Clopin and Crowd :  
Join the bums and thieves and strumpets 
Streaming in from Chartres to Calais 
Clopin  
Scurvy knaves are extra scurvy 
On the sixth of "Januervy" 
Clopin and Crowd : 
All because it's Topy Turvy Day! 
Clopin :
Come one, come all! 
Hurry, hurry, here's your chance 
See the myst'ry and romance 
Come one, come all 
See the finest girl in France 
Make an entrance to entrance 
Dance la Esmeralda 
Dance! 

Here it is, the moment you've been waiting for 
Here it is, you know exactly what's in store 
Now's the time we laugh until our sides get sore 
Now's the time we crown the King of Fools! 
So make a face that's horrible and frightening 
Make a face as gruesome as a gargoyle's wing 
For the face that's ugliest will be the King of Fools! 
Why? 
Crowd :  
Topsy turvy! 
Clopin :  
Ugly folk, forget your shyness 
crowd :  
Topsy turvy! 
Clopin :  
You could soon be called Your Highness! 
Crowd : 
Put your foulest features on display 
Be the king of Topsy Turvy Day! 
Clopin :  
Ev'rybody! 
Crowd :  
Once a year we throw a party here in town 
Clopin :
Hail to the king! 
Crowd : 
Once a year we turn all Paris upside down 
Clopin :  
Oh, what a king! 
Crowd :  
Once a year, the ugliest will wear a crown 
Clopin :
Girls, give a kiss 
Crowd :  
Once a year on Topsy Turvy Day 
Clopin  
We've never had a king like this 
Clopin and Crowd : 
And it's the day we do the things that we deplore 
On the other three hundred and sixty-four 
Once a year we love to drop in 
Where the beer is never stoppin 
For the chance to pop some popinjay 
And pick a king who'll put the "top" in 
Topsy Turvy Day! 
Mad and crazy, upsy-daisy, Topsy Turvy Day! 

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God Help the Outcasts 
Music: Alan Menken
Lyrics: Stephen Schwartz

Esmeralda :  
I don't know if You can hear me 
Or if You're even there 
I don't know if You would listen 
To a gypsy's prayer 
Yes, I know I'm just an outcast 
I shouldn't speak to you 
Still I see Your face and wonder 
Were You once an outcast too? 

God help the outcasts 
Hungry from birth 
Show them the mercy 
They don't find on earth 
God help my people 
We look to You still 
God help the outcasts 
Or nobody will 
Parishioners :
I ask for wealth 
I ask for fame 
I ask for glory to shine on my name 
I ask for love I can posess 
I ask for God and His angels to bless me 
Esmeralda :  
I ask for nothing 
I can get buy 
But I know so many 
Less lucky than I 
Please help my people 
The poor and downtrod 
I thought we all were 
The children of God 
God help the outcasts 
Children of God 


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Heaven's Light  
Music: Alan Menken
Lyrics: Stephen Schwartz

Quasimodo : 
So many times out here 
I've watched a happy pair 
Of lovers walking in the night 
They had a kind of glow around them 
It almost looked like heaven's light 

I knew I'd never know 
That warm and loving glow 
Though I might wish with all my might 
No face as hideous as my face 
Was ever meant for heaven's light 

But suddenly an angel has smiled at me 
And kissed my cheek without a trace of fright 

I dare to dream that she 
Might even care for me 
And as I ring these bells tonight 
My cold dark tower seems so bright 
I swear it must be heaven's light

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Hellfire  
Music: Alan Menken
Lyrics: Stephen Schwartz

Priests : 
Confiteor Deo Omnipotenti (I confess to God almighty) 
Beatae Mariae semper Virgini (To blessed Mary ever Virgin) 
Beato Michaeli archangelo (To the blessed archangel Michael) 
Sanctis apostolis omnibus sanctis (To the holy apostles, to all  the 
saints) 
Frollo :
Beata Maria 
You know I am a righteous man 
Of my virtue I am justly proud 
Priests :  
Et tibit Pater (And to you, Father) 
Frollo :  
Beata Maria 
You know I'm so much purer than 
The common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd 
Priests :  
Quia peccavi nimis (That I have sinned) 
Frollo : 
Then tell me, Maria 
Why I see her dancing there 
Why her smold'ring eyes still scorch my soul 
Priests :  
Cogitatione (In thought) 
Frollo :  
I feel her, I see her 
The sun caught in raven hair 
Is blazing in me out of all control 
Priests :  
Verbo et opere (In word and deed) 
Frollo : 
Like fire 
Hellfire 
This fire in my skin 
This burning 
Desire 
Is turning me to sin 

It's not my fault 
Priests :  
Mea culpa (Through my fault) 
Frollo :  
I'm not to blame 
Priests :  
Mea culpa (Through my fault) 
Frollo :  
It is the gypsy girl 
The witch who sent this flame 
Priests : 
Mea maxima culpa (Through my most griveous fault) 
Frollo :  
It's not my fault 
Priests : 
Mea culpa (Through my fault) 
Frollo :
If in God's plan 
Priests :
Mea culpa (Through my fault) 
Frollo :  
He made the devil so much 
Stronger than a man 
Priests :  
Mea maxima culpa (Through my most griveous fault) 
Frollo :  
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 
Guard :
Minister Frollo, the gypsy has escaped 
Frollo :  
What? 
Guard :
No longer in the cathedral. She's gone 
Frollo :  
But how? Never mind. Get out, you idiot 
I'll find her. I'll 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 
Priests :  
Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy) 
Frollo :  
God have mercy on her 
Priests :  
Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy) 
Frollo : 
God have mercy on me 
Priests :  
Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy) 
Frollo :
But she will be mine 
Or she will burn! 


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  A Guy Like You 
Music: Alan Menken
Lyrics: Stephen Schwartz

Hugo :  
Paris, the city of lovers 
Is glowing this evening 
True, that's because it's on fire 
But still, there's "l'amour" 
Somewhere out there in the night 
Her Heart is also alight 
And I know the guy she just might 
Be burning for 

A guy like you 
She's never known, kid 
A guy like you 
A girl does not meet ev'ry day 
You've got a look 
That's all your own, kid 
Could there be two? 
Victor and Laverne  
Like you? 
All Three  
No way! 
Those other guys 
That she could dangle 
All look the same 
From ev'ry boring point of view 
You're a surprise 
From ev'ry angle 
Mon Dieu above 
She's gotta love 
A guy like you 
Victor : 
A guy like you 
Gets extra credit 
Because it's true 
You've got a certain some thing more 
Hugo :  
You're aces, kid 
Laverne :
You see that face 
You don't forget it 
Victor and Laverne : 
Want something new? 
Hugo :  
That's you 
All Three : 
For sure! 
Laverne :
We all have gaped 
At some Adonis 
Victor : 
But then we crave a meal 
More nourishing to chew 
Hugo :
And since you've shaped 
Like a croissant is 
All Three : 
No question of 
She's gotta love 
A guy like you! 
Laverne :
Call me a hopeless romatic 
But Quasi, I feel it 
Victor :  
She wants you so 
Any moment she'll walk through that door 
All Three :  
For 
Hugo : 
A guy so swell 
Victor and Laverne :
A guy like you 
Hugo : 
With all you bring her 
Victor and Laverne :  
I tell you Quasi 
Hugo :
A fool could tell 
Victor and Laverne :  
There never was 
Hugo :  
It's why she fell 
Victor and Laverne :  
Another, was he? 
Hugo :  
For you-know-who 
Victor and Laverne :  
From king to serf 
To the bourgeoisie 
Hugo : 
You ring the bell 
Victor and Laverne :  
They're all a second-stringer 
All Three :  
You're the bell ringer! 
When she wants oo-la-la 
Then she wants you la-la 
She will discover, guy 
You're one heckuva guy 
Who wouldn't love a guy 
Like you? 
Hugo :  
You got a lot 
The rest have not 
So she's gotta love 
A guy like you! 

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 The Court of Miracles  
Music: Alan Menken
Lyrics: Stephen Schwartz

Clopin and Gypsies :  
Maybe you've heard of a terrible place 
Where the soundrels of Paris 
Collect in a lair 

Maybe you've heard of that mythical place 
Called the Court of Miracles 
Hello, you're there! 
Where the lame can walk 
And the blind can see 
But the dead don't talk 
So you won't be around 
To reveal what you've found 
We have a method for spies and intruders 
Rather like hornets protecting their hive 
Here in the Court of Miracles 
Where it's a miracle if you get out alive! 
Clopin :  
Justice is swift in the Court of Miracles 
I am the lawyers and judge all in one 
We like to get the trial over with quickly 
Because it's the sentence that's really the fun! 

Now that we've seen all the evicence 
Puppet :  
Wait! I object! 
Clopin :  
Overruled! 
Puppet :
I object! 
Clopin : 
Quiet! 
Puppet : 
Dang! 
Clopin : 
We find you totally innocent 
Which is the worst crime of all 
All : 
So you're going to hang! 

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Sanctuary  
Music: Alan Menken
Lyrics adapted by Stephen Schwartz

Judex crederis esse venturus (Our Judge we believe shall come) 
In te, Domine, speravi (In You, Lord, have I trusted) 
Non confundar in aeternum (Let me not be damned for eternity) 
Salvum fac populum tuum (Save Your people) 
Judex crederis (In our Judge we believe) 
Libera me Domine (Free me, Lord) 
Libera me Domine de morte aeterna (Free me, Lord, from  everlasting death) 
In die illa tremenda (On that terrible day) 
Quando caeli movendi sunt (When the heavens shall be moved) 
Caeli et terra (The heavens and earth) 
Dum veneris judicare (When Though shall come to judge the world) 
O, salutaris hostia (Oh Saviour, saving victim) 
Quae caeli pandis ostium (Who opens the gate of heaven) 
Bella premunt hostilia (Our enemies besiege us) 
Da robur, fer auxilium (Give us strength, bring us aid) 
Sit sempiterna gloria (May you always be praised) 
Sit sempiterna gloria (May you always be praised) 
Sit sempiterna gloria (May you always be praised) 
Gloria, gloria semper (Glory, glory forever) 
Sanctus, sanctus in excelsis (Holy, holy, in the highest) 
Mors stupebit et natura (Death and nature shall be confounded) 
Cum resurget creatura (When creation shall rise again) 
Judicanti responsurra (To answer for judgment) 
Judex ergo cum sedebit (Therefore, when the Judge will take his seat) 
Nil inultum remanebit (Nothing shall remain unpunished) 
Quem patronum rogaturus (To what protector shall I appeal) 
Cum vix justus sit securus? (When scarcely the just man shall be secure?
Juste Judex ultionis (Righteous Judge of vengeance) 
Ante diem rationis (Before the day of reckogning) 
Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy) 

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 And He Shall Smite The Wicked  
Music: Alan Menken
Lyrics adapted by Stephen Schwartz

Dies irae, dies illa (Day of wrath, that day) 
Solvet saeclum in favilla (Shall consume the world in ashes) 
Quando Judex est venturus (When the Judge is come) 
Confutatis maledictis (When the damned shall be cast down) 
Flammis acribus addictis (Into the searing flames) 
Voca me cum benedictis (Call me with the blessed) 
Confutatis maledictis (When the damned shall be cast down) 
Gere curam mei finis (Help me in my final hour)  

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