Oh if the tears that roll on my face They could put out the fire of Notre-Dame …
The heart is tight with the tragedy in Paris
The sorrowful soul seeks to wake up from this terrible nightmare
That seems to have no end…
Awake the little angels of heaven
And let your tears join those of the people of God.
To put out the fire that consumes 700 years of history.
Heart burns along with the pictures
Fire seems to consume our spirit too.
Just as they consume the beautiful towers
The smoke seems to rise to the sky
Same as our request for mercy
By the beautiful Notre-Dame
Poesia Vermelha 