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Ewan McGregor – La Complainte De La Butte(Fench And English) lyrics

La complainte de la butte
By Georges Van Parys, Jean Renoir

En haut de la rue St-Vincent
Un poиte et une inconnue
S'aimиrent l'espace d'un instant
Mais il ne l'a jamais revue

Cette chanson il composa
Espйrant que son inconnue
Un matin d'printemps l'entendra
Quelque part au coin d'une rue

La lune trop blкme
Pose un diadиme
Sur tes cheveux roux
La lune trop rousse
De gloire йclabousse
Ton jupon plein d'trous

La lune trop pвle
Caresse l'opale
De tes yeux blasйs
Princesse de la rue
Soit la bienvenue
Dans mon coeur blessй

Les escaliers de la butte sont durs aux misйreux
Les ailes des moulins protиgent les amoureux

Petite mendigote
Je sens ta menotte
Qui cherche ma main
Je sens ta poitrine
Et ta taille fine
J'oublie mon chagrin

Je sens sur tes lиvres
Une odeur de fiиvre
De gosse mal nourri
Et sous ta caresse
Je sens une ivresse
Qui m'anйantit

Les escaliers de la butte sont durs aux misйreux
Les ailes des moulins protиgent les amoureux

Mais voilа qu'il flotte
La lune se trotte
La princesse aussi
Sous le ciel sans lune
Je pleure а la brune
Mon rкve йvanoui
Lament of the mound
Roughly translated by C. Marcotte with help from Alex, Diane and Laeti

At the top of St-Vincent street
A poet and a (female) stranger
Loved each other the space of a moment
But he never saw her again

This song he wrote
Hoping that his (female) stranger
Will hear it on a spring morning
Somewhere on a street corner

The moon too wan
Puts a diadem
On your red hair
The moon too red
Blinds gloriously
Your underskirt full of holes

The moon too pale
Caresses the opal
Of your tired eyes
Princess of the street
Be welcome
In my broken heart

The steps of the mound are hard to the destitute
The wings of the windmills protect lovers

Little beggar
I feel your shackle
That seeks my hand
I feel your chest
And your slim waist
I forget my sorrow

I smell on your lips
The smell of fever
Of a malnourished child
And under your caress
I feel a rapture
That destroys me

The steps of the mound are hard to the destitute
The wings of the windmills protect lovers

But see he floats
The moon scampers
The princess too
Under the moonless sky
I cry to the fog
My vanishing dream



Lyrics taken from http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/e/ewan_mcgregor/la_complainte_de_la_buttefench_and_english_lyrics.html

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