But at first the original English version

God Help the Outcasts -- The Hunchback ofNotre Dame (1996)

I don't know if You can hear me, or if You're even there,
I don't know if You would listen to a gypsy's prayer,
Yes I know I'm just an outcast, I shouldn't speak to You,
Still I see Your face and wonder, were You once an outcast too?
God help the outcasts, hungry from birth,
Show them the mercy they don't find on earth.
God help my people, we look to You still,
God help the outcasts, or nobody will.
I ask for wealth, I ask for fame, I ask for glory to shine on my name,
I ask for love I can possess, I ask for God and His angels to bless me,
I ask for nothing, I can get by, but I know so many less lucky than I.
Please help my people, the poor and downtrod,
I thought we all were the children of God.
God help the outcasts, Children of God.

Gott Deine Kinder

Ich weiss nicht ob Du es hör'n willst Und ob es Dich auch gibt ich weiss nicht ob so ein Gott auch Zigeuner wie mich liebt Ausgestossen und geächtet Gehören wir nicht dazu Doch ich seh in Deinen Augen Ausgestossen warst auch Du

Gott deine Kinder flehen Dich an Zeige die Gnade die sie nie bekam' Sie brauchen die Kraft diese Welt zu versteh'n Gott deine Kinder sie wollen Dich seh'n

Gott ich verlange gar nichts für mich Doch ich kenne so viele, viel ärmer als ich Hungrig, verachtet, verhasst, scikaniert Hast Du vergessen? Wir hängen an dir

Ich weiss nicht ob Dein Segen für alle Menschen gilt Doch erlaube mir die Frage, Gott sage Wer soll das, wer soll das ertragen

Gott Deine Kinder sie kennen nur Zorn Und wünschen sich manchmal sie wär'n nie gebor'n Müde, verzweifelt, sie geben nicht auf Hör' auf die Kinder, sonst stösst Du sie aus

Wir hoffen, wir bitten, wir brauchen Dich sehr Hast Du vergessen, wir hängen an Dir

Music by : Alan Menken Text by : Micke Dinolere, Stephen Schwartz German Version : Frank Lenart

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Que Dios ayude...

No sé si guerrás oírme, o si estás ahí oye lui oracíon humilde que te elevo a ti Ya sé que soy muy poca cosa y que tú ers Dios, pero tu cara es hermosa llena de luz y de amor

Que Dios ayude con su piedad a los que padecer en la soledad, a los marginados por la sociedad, Dios los ayude, onadie lo hará

No pido nada, sólo seguir Pero hay quien no puede apenas vivir Date a esa gente tu benedivión gurda a esos hijos en tu corazón

Yo ne sé porqué la vida sonríe a unos más sólo sé que a los proscritos sin parar o escuchar trata de evitar

Que Dios ayude a los que en el corazón buscan respvesta a la sinrazón a los que la suerte pasó sin tocar tú los creaste, ayudalos

Dale a esa gente tu bendición guarda a esos hijos en tú corazón

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God Help... (it´s said as a wish, I don´t know how to translate it)

I don´t know if you wanna hear me, or if you are here listen to the humble prayer, I´m elevating to you I know i´m not much (I don´t know if it´s said of that way, she means that she is only a little woman, while He is GOD) and that you are God, but your face is beautiful plenty of light and love

God helps with His mercy to those who suffer of loneliness to the outcasts from the society Gold helps, or nobody will..

I don´t ask for anything, just to go on, but there is who can´t even to live Give to that people your blessing Keep those of your children in your heart

I don´t know why life smiles to some ones more, ("life smiles" is a Spanish phrase that means that Life is good for some people) but i just know that to the exiles without stopping or listening, just tries to avoid

God Helps to those whose hearts are searching an answer to the injustice to those who Luck just passed away without touching them you created them, so help them

Give to that people your blessing, keep those of your children in your heart...

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Translation of the German lyrics

God your children I don’t know if you want to hear this and if you exist at all I don’t know if God loves gypsys like me too Separated and outlaw We don’t belong here But still I see from your eyes That you were separated too

God, your children Are praying for you Show the mercy which they have never got They need the power to understand this world God, your children, they want to see you

God, I require nothing for me I still know so many, much poorer than me Hungry, despided, hated, teased Have you forgotten ? We trust on you.

I don’t know if your blessing is ment to all the people But still I dare to ask, God say Who should, who should stand this.

God, your children, they feel only anger And they often wish they weren’t even born Tired, depressed, they don’t give up Listen to the children, otherwise they’ll leave you

We hope, we beg, we need you a lot Have you forgotten? We trust on you

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