Moon...

Moon, who you shine your light,
Bright, on the Paris night,
See, how a man suffers all for love,

Clear, solitary stars,
So far, when the day returns,
Please hear, up there so high the cry of the world,

Please hear the cry, of a man in pain,
For whom, all those million stars,
Don't shine, like those shining eyes,
He loves, with a mortal love,
Moon...

Moon, please don't disappear,
Before, you have time to hear,
Just hear, how cries the wounded heart,

Please hear the cry, a bleeding heart he cries,
He cries, though his heart is full,
His voice, is over mountain flies,
So high, that i know it flies to you,
Moon...

See, how a man aspires,
To join, his poor voice with angels...




*taken from the Notre-Dame De Paris soundtrack,
performed by Bruno Pelletier...