Ewan McGregor - Complainte de la butte
Tekst :
La lune trop blême
Pose un diadème
Sur tes cheveux roux
La lune trop rousse
De gloire éclabousse
Ton jupon plein trous
La lune trop pâle
Caresse l opale
De tes yeux blasés
Princesse de la rue
Soit la bienvenue
Dans mon coeur brisé
The stairways up to la butte
Could make the wretched sigh
While windmill wings of the Moulin
Shelter you and I
Ma petite mandigotte
Je sens ta menotte
Qui cherche ma main
Je sens ta poitrine
Et ta taille fine
J oublie mon chagrin
Je sens sur tes lèvres
Une odeur de fièvre
De gosse mal nourrie
Et sous ta caresse
Je sens une ivresse
Qui m anéantit
The stairways up to la butte
Could make the wretched sigh
While windmill wings of the Moulin
Shelter you and I
Mais voilà qu elle trotte
La lune qu il flotte
La princesse aussi
La la la la la
La la la la la
Mon rêve évanoui
Les escaliers de la butte
Sont durs aux miséreux
Les ailes du moulin
Protègent les amoureux
Inne utwory
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Left a good job in the city
Workin´ for the man ev´ry night and day
And I never lost one minute of sleepin´
Woryin´ ´bout the way things might have been
Big wheel keep on turnin´
Proud Mary keep on burnin´
Rollin´, rollin´,...
Ev ry day I m gonna strut that stuff.
When the music s loud I can t get enough.
Singin hi, singin hi,
Come on feet, Teach yourself to move.
People shuff lin up and down again.
Unhappy faces ain t gonna...
I wasn t meant to kiss your lips
I don t know why I did
Confuses me to feel like this
But I can t resist
I told myself to just hold back
Really take it slow
I don t know how it went so fast
But what I know is
It wasn t meant to be this...
Out of my mind...out of my mind...
All of the time...
Wish you could help me mister...
Wish you could lift me up...
Wish you could pack my parachute mister...
Wish you could pull me up.
The winds have change, I m...
Walking around with out
Energy walking around
Without sun cream
On ohh
Forgetting about the ones
Who call names to the rest
The smart ones get picked on
The ones that are good at stuff
Are the one s always with a crowd
Walking until i feel undone
Walking into a life oh so younge
Surviving until the last...