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

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

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

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

Like fire
Hellfire
This fire in my skin
This burning
Desire
Is turning me to sin

It's not my fault

I'm not to blame

It is the gypsy girl
The witch who sent this flame

It's not my fault

If in God's plan

He made the devil so much
Stronger than a man

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

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

God have mercy on her

God have mercy on me

But she will be mine
Or she will burn!