From afar by the breezes carried through the dense and impenetratable fog rings a church bell so dull and eerie, towards the sound draws nightly stroll at this hour is someone getting married? As I come nearer chamber music I hear behind the shrine there's a hidden stair case, the moment I enter the music stops, in the chamber stands an old church organ with wax candles and pipes that reaches all the way up In the web buried dust of the ages, which is weird after what I've just heard Hello, don't be afraid, I don't need to hide in the shadows no more These are my ladies, aren't they beatiful, each one speaks with a lovely voice I call them the belles of Notre Dame Bells of Notre Dame Bells of Notre Dame
"Ring, Ring, I said Ring for me Let them ring for the shallow beauty, but for whom? If only walls could speak, every stone has a different story Grey in shade to your poem epique, listen The Bells of Notre Dame The Bells of Notre DameTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
