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Lament of La Butte
« Complainte de la Butte »
Performed by Rufus Wainwright
Translated by Hannah Joy Stacy
@hannahjoystacy
The battered, sorrow-filled moon above shows riches among every highlight of your golden-blonde hair.
The Amber lit moon hides the tattered holes found within your once lavishly adorned skirt with glorious, divine perfection.
The pale moon above reflects beautiful opals I see when I look into your clear but very weary eyes.
Oh; princess of the streets – what a welcome you are to my very broken and lonely heart.
The stairways up to the Butte can make the wretched sigh; while windmill wings of the Moulin shelter you and I.
(Repeated in French)
My little pan-handler, I can sense your handcuffs searching quickly for my wrists. I feel your feverish skin and your body ever-thin yet I forget my each and every sorrow.
Although I taste sickness upon your lips and feel hunger with your touch I become completely inebriated and certain it is you who will surely be my destruction.
The stairways up to the Butte can make the wretched sigh; while windmill wings of the Moulin shelter you and I.
So it is she floats; cantering away just as the moon begins to scamper on.
Alas; there she goes, my princess of the streets yet my dreams still radiate with golden-blond highs.
The stairways up to the Butte can make the wretched sigh; while windmill wings of the Moulin shelter you and I.
Hannah Joy StacyVersuri originale
La complainte de la Butte
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