La complainte de la Butte [English translation]

The very pallid moon rests a diadem on your red hair

The very red moon splashes your pierced skirt with glory

The very pale moon caresses the opal of your indifferent eyes

Princess from the street be the most welcome in my broken heart

Chorus:

The stairways up to La Butte

Can make the wreched sigh

While windmill wings of the moulin

Shelter you and I

My sweet Mandigotte i can feel your hand searching for mine

I can feel your breast and your thin waist, I forget my sorrow

I feel on your lips a taste of fever of underfed kid

And on your caress i can fell a trance which annhiliates me

The stairways up to La Butte

Can make the wreched sigh

While windmill wings of the moulin

Shelter you and I

Here she goes she trots the floating moon a princess also

Lalalalala lalalalala

My radiant dreams

The stairways up to La Butte

Can make the wreched sigh

While windmill wings of the moulin

Shelter you and I

• Artist:Rufus Wainwright
• Album:Moulin Rouge [soundtrack]