Rufus Wainwright
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The Lament of the Butte
The Lament of the Butte
Rufus Wainwright
(Moulin Rouge Soundtrack)
The Moon Too Blame
Place a tiara
On your red hair
The moon too red
Splashes with glory
Your petticoat full of holes
The moon too pale
Caress the opal
With your jaded eyes
Princess of the street
Welcome
Into my blessed heart?
The stairways up to the butte
Can make the wretched sigh
While windmill wings
Of the mill
Shelter you and I
Petite mandigotte
I smell your handcuff
Who seeks my hand
I feel your chest
And your slim waist
I forget my sorrow
I feel on your lips
A smell of fever vre
Of a malnourished kid
And under your caress
I feel an intoxication
Which destroys me
The stairways up to the butte
Can make the wretched sigh
While windmill wings
Of the mill
Shelter you and I
But there it is? That it floats
The moon that it floats
The princess too
La la la la la
La la la la la
My vanished dream
The stairs of the hill
Are hard for the poor
The wings of the windmills
Protect lovers

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