Ewan McGregor - Complainte de la butte

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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

  • Come what may
  • El Tango De Roxanne
  • Elephant love medley
  • Gimme danger
  • Losowe utwory

    Proud Mary

    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´,...

    Born to move

    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...

    Sweet mistake

    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...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 without

    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...