The too pale moon Pose a diadem On your russet-red hair the too russet-red moon Of glory splashes Your underskirt full with holes the too pale moon Caresse the opal With your blasés eyes Princesse of the street Is the welcome In my wounded heart The stairways up to the hillock Edge make the wretched sigh While windmill wings of the Mill Shelter you and I... Small mandigotte I feel your shackle Which seeks my hand I feel your chest And your fine size I forget my sorrow I feel on your lips an odor of fever Of badly nourished kid And under your caress I feel an intoxication Which destroys me The stairways up to the hillock Edge make the wretched sigh While windmill wings of the Mill Shelter you and I... But here that it floats the moon droppings the princess also Na Na, Na Na, Na Na Na, Na Na My disappeared dream The staircases of the hillock Are hard to the paupers the wings of the Protègent mills the in love ones
The too pale moon Pose a diadem On your russet-red hair the too russet-red moon Of glory splashes Your underskirt full with holes the too pale moon Caresse the opal With your blasés eyes Princesse of the street Is the welcome In my wounded heart The stairways up to the hillock Edge make the wretched sigh While windmill wings of the Mill Shelter you and I... Small mandigotte I feel your shackle Which seeks my hand I feel your chest And your fine size I forget my sorrow I feel on your lips an odor of fever Of badly nourished kid And under your caress I feel an intoxication Which destroys me The stairways up to the hillock Edge make the wretched sigh While windmill wings of the Mill Shelter you and I... But here that it floats the moon droppings the princess also Na Na, Na Na, Na Na Na, Na Na My disappeared dream The staircases of the hillock Are hard to the paupers the wings of the Protègent mills the in love ones