La Complainte de la ButteLa Lune trop bleme pose un diademe sur tes cheveux roux.
La lune trop rousse de gloire eclabousse ton jupon plein d'trous.
La lune trop pale caresse l'opale de tes yeux blases.
Princesse de la rue soit la bien venue dans mon coeur brise.
The stairways up to la butte
Can make the wretched sigh
While windmill wings of the Moulin
Shelter you and I
Petite Mandigotte je sens ta menotte qui cherche ma main.
Je sens ta poitrine et ta taille fine.
J'oublie mon chagrin.
Je sens sur tes levres une odeur de fievre de gosse mal nourri.
Et sous ta caresse je sens une ivresse qui m'aneantit.
The stairways up to la butte
Can make the wretched sigh
While windmill wings of the Moulin shelter you and I
Et voila qu'elle trotte la lune qui flotte, la princesse aussi.
La da da da da da da da da da
Mes reves epanouis
Les Escaliers de la butte sont durs aux misereux.
Les ailes du Moulin protegent les amoureux.
English Version:
The moon, all too fair, places a halo upon your red hair
The moon, all too red with glory, splashes your skirt full of holes
The moon, all too pale, caresses the opal of your blasé eyes
Princess of the street welcome in my broken heart
The stairways up to “la butte” can make the wretched sigh
While mindmill wings of the Moulin shelter you and I
Little beggar, I feel your shackled hands search for my hand
I feel your breasts and your narrow waist
I forget my chagrin
I feel on your lips the smell of fever of a starving child
And under your caress I feel a drunkenness that destroys me
The stairways up to "la butte" can make the wretched sigh
While windmill wings of the Moulin shelter you and I
And over there she scampers, the moon drifts away
The princess as well, my dreams blossom
The steps of “la butte” are hard on the miserable
The wings of the windmill protect those in love
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