"Was it good?" "Did it please you?"
"Yes, yes, not bad, it reminded me of the good old days!"
"At The Moulin Rouge
Lights, music and wonders
Stories of love and tears
The Moulin Rouge used to change the destiny of dreams
For all the poets would sing hymnes to the bodies of the
women
Worms drunk on alcohol and sometimes even drugs
And there you have it, memories of things to come!
At The Moulin Rouge
Madame La Goulue would dance
Full of elegance and charm
The Mulin Rouge will allways live on thanks to your photographs
For you, Monsieur Lautrec, have made it into a myth
Despite all your nightmares...
Ah yes, that's right
Memories are things to come!"
Shall we keep going?"