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Translation
The Lamount of the mound
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
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Rufus Wainwright: Top 3
| 1. | La complainte de la Butte |
| 2. | Going To A Town |
| 3. | Hallelujah |
Comments
inedito 
Floppylou About translator
My first translation, hope it's as good as your expectations :)