"Beata Maria 
You know I am a righteous man 
Of my virtue I am justly proud

Et tibit Pater (And to you, Father) 

Beata Maria 
You know I'm so much purer than  [bad word]  vulgar, weak, licentious crowd.

Quia peccavi nimis (That I have sinned) 

Then tell me, Maria 
Why I see her dancing there 
Why her smold'ring eyes still scorch my soul 

Cogitatione (In thought)

I feel her, I see her
The sun caught in raven hair 
Is blazing in me out of all control 

Verbo et opere (In word and deed) 

Like fire 
Hellfire 
This fire in my skin
This burning 
Desire 
Is turning me to sin
It's not my fault

Mea culpa (Through my fault) 

I'm not to blame

Mea culpa (Through my fault) 

It is the gypsy girl 
The witch who sent this flame 

Mea maxima culpa (Through my most griveous fault)

It's not my fault 

Mea culpa (Through my fault)

If in God's plan 

Mea culpa (Through my fault) 

He made the devil so much
Stronger than a man 

Mea maxima culpa (Through my most griveous fault)

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 [bad word] Or else let her be mine and mine alone 

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

Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy)

God have mercy on her 

Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy) 

God have mercy on me

Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy)

But she will be mine 
Or she will burn!"