"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 The common, 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 ... 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