La complainte de la Butte [English translation]
La complainte de la Butte [English translation]
The pallid moon casts a tiara upon your red locks
The moon’s glorious red light splashes across your skirt full of holes
The moon too pale caresses the opal of your eyes
I welcome the princess of the street into my broken heart
The stairways up to La Butte
Can make the wretched sigh
While windmill wings of the moulin
shelter you and I
The stairways up to La Butte are hard on the destitute
The wings of the Moulin protect lovers
Little beggar, I feel your small hand shackle my hand
I feel your chest and small waist
I forget my grief
I feel on your lips the fever of a child poorly fed
And under your caress, i feel an intoxication that annihilates me
The stairways up to La Butte
Can make the wretched sigh
While windmill wings of the moulin
shelter you and I
The stairways up to La Butte are hard on the destitute
The wings of the Moulin protect lovers
And off she moves, the floating moon, the princess as well
la da da da da la da da da da
My dreams blossom
The stairways up to La Butte are hard on the destitute
The wings of the Moulin protect the lovers
- Artist:Rufus Wainwright
- Album:Moulin Rouge [soundtrack]