La cour des miracles

Notre Dame De Paris

The Court of Miracles

Clopin and the Choir of the Outcasts:

Here we are all brothers
In joy in misery
You won't find here neither Heaven nor Hell
Neither Heaven nor Hell
We are like worms
Like worms in the rotten belly of the earth

Blood and wine have the same color
At the Court of miracles
At the Court of miracles
The joy girls dance with the thieves
At the Court of miracles
At the Court of miracles
Beggars and bandits dance the same dance
At the Court of miracles
At the Court of miracles
Since we are all gallows game
At the Court of miracles
At the Court of miracles
At the Court of miracles
At the Court of miracles

We are of the same race
The race of passing people
You won't find here neither religion nor nation
Neither religion nor nation
Our rags for flags
The color of my skin against yours

Thugs and Gypsies sing the same song
At the Court of miracles
At the Court of miracles
Since we are all prison escapees
At the Court of miracles
At the Court of miracles
Thieves and killers drink from the same chalice
At the Court of miracles
At the Court of miracles
Since we are all repeat offenders
At the Court of miracles
At the Court of miracles
At the Court of miracles
At the Court of miracles

Poet Gringoire
You will be hanged
For having
Like an intruder
Penetrated the Cenacle
Of the Court of miracles
Penetrated the Cenacle
Penetrated the Cenacle
Of the Court of miracles

Unless a woman
Takes you as husband
Attention
I proclaim it
Poets in France
Are good for the gallows
Poets in France
Poets in France
Are good for the gallows

And you, the beauty over there
My beautiful Esmeralda
Do you want to take as husband
This four-penny poet?
This four-penny poet?

Esmeralda:
If he's to be taken, I'll take him

Clopin:
I give him to you as a husband but certainly not as a lover