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The Lament of Monmartre
The pale moon lays a crown on your red hair
The red of the moon splashes glory onto the holes in your petticoat
The pale moon caresses the opal of your jaded eyes
Princess of the street, you are welcome in my broken heart
Chorus:
The stairways up to Monmartre
Can make the wretched sigh
While windmill wings of the Moulin shelter you and I
Little urchin, I feel your shackle seeking my hand
I feel your heart beat and your thin waist and forget my sorrow
I taste on your lips the odor of fever and malnourishment
And in your touch I feel a desire that leaves me helpless
Chorus:
The stairways up to Monmartre
Can make the wretched sigh
While windmill wings of the Moulin shelter you and I
There the moon floats
And the princess as well
La da da da dada La dada dada
My dreams have come true
Chorus:
The stairways up to Monmartre
Are hard on the poor
But the wings of the Moulin protect the lovers
Mysti CalEnglish, French
Original lyrics
La complainte de la Butte
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About translator
It’s prettier in French. The song is about Monmartre and the Moulin Rouge and I wanted the translation to reflect that.