La complainte de la Butte [English translation]

The pallid moon casts a tiara upon your red locks

The moon’s glorious red light splashes across your skirt full of holes

The moon too pale caresses the opal of your eyes

I welcome the princess of the street into my broken heart

The stairways up to La Butte

Can make the wretched sigh

While windmill wings of the moulin

shelter you and I

The stairways up to La Butte are hard on the destitute

The wings of the Moulin protect lovers

Little beggar, I feel your small hand shackle my hand

I feel your chest and small waist

I forget my grief

I feel on your lips the fever of a child poorly fed

And under your caress, i feel an intoxication that annihilates me

The stairways up to La Butte

Can make the wretched sigh

While windmill wings of the moulin

shelter you and I

The stairways up to La Butte are hard on the destitute

The wings of the Moulin protect lovers

And off she moves, the floating moon, the princess as well

la da da da da la da da da da

My dreams blossom

The stairways up to La Butte are hard on the destitute

The wings of the Moulin protect the lovers