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Rufus Wainright
Miscellaneous
Complaint De La Butte
The moon too pale places a diadem on your red hair
The moon too red with glory splashes your petticoat full of holes
The too pale moon caresses the opal of your jaded eyes
Princess of the street be welcome in my broken heart
Chorus:
The stairways up to the butte
Can make the wreched sigh
While windmill wings of the mill
shelter you and I
Original Song:
[The stairs of the butte are hard for the poor
The wings of the mill protect lovers]
Little mandigote I feel your handcuff seeking my hand
I feel your chest and your thin waist
I forget my sorrow
I feel an odor on your lips of fever of a malnourished kid
And under your caress I feel an intoxication that destroys me
Chorus:
The stairways up to the butte
Can make the wreched sigh
While windmill wings of the mill
shelter you and I
Original Song:
[The stairs of the mound are hard for the poor
The wings of the mill protect lovers]
And there she trots the moon that floats, the princess too
La da da da da da da da da
My fulfilled dreams
The stairs of the hill are hard for the poor
The wings of the windmill protect lovers