Complainte De La Butte



this song is currently on repeat on my itunes. it's my favourite song from the moulin rouge soundtrack. gives a very nice romantic and calming feel :) Here's what it means in English.

The moon, all too fair, in your russet-red hair sets a sparkling crown
The moon, all too red with glory, is spread on your poor, tattered gown
The moon, all too white, caresses the light in your world-weary eyes
Princess of the street, do allow me to greet you, my broken heart cries
The steps of Montmartre, all uphill, are hardest on the poor
The sails of the mill, like wings, shelter all paramours
I feel, beggar-girl, your fetters, they curl as they seek out my wrists
I feel your young breasts, your thin little waist
I lose my regrets
I taste on your mouth the feverish breath of a half-starving waif
And with your caress I sense drunkenness erasing my life
The steps of Montmartre, all uphill, are hardest on the poor
The sails of the mill, like wings, shelter all paramours
And see how she skips, the moon how she drifts,
The princess in tow
Da da da da da da da da da da
My reveries grow
The steps of Montmartre, all uphill, are hardest on the poor
The sails of the mill, like wings, shelter all paramours



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LE HORRORS!

I'm staring at my blue notice board like a deer caught in the headlights, unable to blink nor close my mouth. all of this because i have just realised the impending doom which i am headed straight for. assignments, tests, essays all nicely spaced out from this week right until the end of the final examinations on 8th may. I can only study for my finals during reading week it seems. And then I have 2 days to move out. yays. I won't even have the time to think about last days in hall and whatnots. ohmygosh so much studying to be done that I won't have time to think about any other thing. My social life and sanity will disintegrate right about now. like seriously. bleah. think zen, meiyi, think ZEN! ohmmmmmm.