The too pale moon poses a tiara on your red hair 

the too brown moon spills glory on your tattered petticoat 

the too pale moon carresses the whites of your uninterested eyes 

Princess of the street 

You are welcome in my broken heart 



The staircase up to the hillock is hard on the miserable 

The wings of the mill protect the lovers 



My little mandigotte, I sense your little hand 

that finds mine 

I sense your breast and your slender waist, 

I forget my sorrow 

I feel on your breath a scent of fever of malnourished children 

And in your caress, I feel an ecstasy that overwhelms me. 



The staircase up to the hillock is hard on the miserable 

The wings of the mill protect the lovers 



And that's why she scampers, the moon who floats 

The princess, also 

La la lala la, la la lala la, 

My dreams bloom 



The staircase up to the hillock is hard on the miserable 

The wings of the mill protect the lovers