Le Val d'Amour

Gringoire, the girls, and the customers:

At the top of St-Denis street
There's a blessed place
Where you can see the candles shining
As soon as night falls
There in the middle of the plain
Just one day there is enough
To always come back
To the brothel of the Valley of Love

At the Valley of Love
The women of love
Make love to you
For a few cents
No need for gold
Or jewelry
No speeches
Or sweet words
Just a few cents
To make love
To the women of love
Of the Valley of Love

The Andalusians, the Jews, the Moors
Come from everywhere, from all the ports
Travelers and merchants
Come to rest there on their way
The Catalans and the Flemish
Go there to squander all their money

Women of love who listen to me
It's the speech of a troubadour
Who comes to cry his love pain
At the brothel of the Valley of Love

Beat the drum
All around
So that everyone comes
To the Valley of Love
No danger
That one falls in love
Under the disguises
Of the Valley of Love
You will find
Under the velvet
Flowers of a night
Happiness of a day

Phoebus:

When my body is in need of love
I quickly go to the Valley of Love
You only leave at dawn
From the brothel of the Valley of Love

Ladies, excuse me
I'm waiting for the beautiful Esmeralda
She believed she could read her destiny
Between the lines of my hand

Gringoire:

Northern gate
In the Faubourgs
At the crossroads
Of Popincourt
All the thugs
All the scoundrels
Have a meeting
At the Valley of Love
The people of the Court
dishonor themselves there
We see them drunk
And dead drunk

At the Valley of Love
The women of love
Make love to you
For a few cents
No need for gold
Or jewelry
No speeches
Or sweet words
Just a few cents
To make love
To the women of love
Of the Valley of Love
At the brothel of the Valley of Love
At the brothel of the Valley of Love