La lune trop blême
Pose un diadème
Sur tes cheveux roux
La lune trop rousse
De gloire éclabousse
Ton jupon plein de trous
La lune trop pâle
Caresse l'opale
De tes yeux blasés
Princesse de la rue
Soit la bienvenue
Dans mon coeur blessé
I'm verbose on paper...but I'm the soul of brevity face to face...This is what I would have said to you if I wasn't shy.
I'm the shy quiet one who sees and hears a lot more than one realizes. I'm a compulsive writer and will fill entire journals, notebooks and diaries with what I observe. I'm an excellent secret keeper and will hold on to secrets until well after you've forgotten them...by the way, the picture that makes up the background of the blog was taken by me and it's called "Pittsburgh in Oranges and Yellow"
It's an REM sort of Day... On Dreaming...again G'morning... *sigh* ...a lyric... A Short Interlude Things That Make Me Happy :) Goals Are Hard to Keep Brilliant.
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I actually do not care much for the Rufus Wainwright's rendition of that song (and I do love Rufus!). But yes, the lyrics are really wonderful.
is that French?? my sisters took French in high school and i took Spanish. i was always giving my sisters a hard time about how many freaking unpronounced letters there are in the french language...
the song lyrics you posted probably translate to: "I love you." or "Love stinks", depending on the songwriters mood. (-:
Elisabeth: What is your favorite version?
M: Yep.
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