Tu n’as pas su m’aimerComme l’on doit aimerEst-ce un refrain de poète
Qui t’a fait perdre la tête
?Le temps passe et pourtantMalgré moi je t’attendsEt dans Montmartre la nuit
Levant les yeux je me dis
:
Tant que tournerontLes ailes en rond,Du Moulin de la GaletteMon cœur chantera,Comme auprès de toi,La chanson des jours de fêteQuand dans le faubourgLes yeux pleins d’amourSur moi tu posais la têteQu'elles sont joliesBrillant dans la nuitLes ailes du Paradis

Depuis ce jour mauditJe traîne dans ParisEt dans le moindre visage

Je recherche ton imageLes jours semblent si longsQu' au fil des rues sans nom
Si le cafard me chahuteJe regarde vers la Butte

English translation :
Moulin de La Galette
You couldn’t love meLike you should
Is it with the poet’s refrainThat you lost your head?Time goes by and stillI wait for you despite myselfAnd in Montmartre at nightRaising my eyes I say to myself:
As long as
Windmill blades of the of the Moulin de La Galette
shall turnMy heart will singLike when I am near youThe song of the feast daysWhen in the faubourgEyes full of loveYou leant your head on mineHow pretty they areShining in the nightThese wings of Paradise
Since this accursed dayI roam the streets of ParisAnd every faceI seek your reflectionThese days seem so longthat on street after nameless streetIf the blues takes holdI look toward la Butte (of Montmartre)

‘ard ‘ard ‘ard heavy like dynofucking around no sparking mc like i’m rhinoi’m a hard drive you’re a sd microrally with the kid psycho give me that mic i’ll be letting that 9 blowcan’t see you man with no blind foldtry running that ejit flow bro you man are dry like cairo i’m on a grime broaint tryna go back to a gyrosieving on my shell shows and the radio show yeah i’ve got a 9 to 5 thoughdoing it right with no typo
man wanna be big fee fi foliving mcs swimming in shows like a lido no you won’t float cuz i’ll burst your lilo
bury that soundoh bury that sounddig that up bury that againshow that i’m ready nah shelling that againtold that i’m ready nah telling that again yo

run the riddemcar man i run trackrally on dirt blacked out bally on firstwhen i’m on track man better get the picture
tell them put ashley on verseshutup you don’t want things to get worsemake an mc let off a turdtell em man get off my turf you move like woody i’m subtle i’m servedgo 16 for 16 i’m word for word put an mcs teeth on the curbaint what you want little dirtcome against me ignore that urgecar when i’m onset man purgeman could have been first or third get left in the new one general
have a doctor and nurse like oh my word
bury that soundoh bury that sounddig that up bury that againshow that i’m ready nah shelling that againtold that i’m ready nah telling that again yo

run the riddemcar man i run track more than 100 metreswhen it gets me you’re a dreamerman better breeze like cheetahtell a man stop running the games it aint fifaleave your eye blue like peteryou’re a shit so i’m chilling with japanese akeetahsused to put cheese on turneetahsi can’t ease up tell a man give up trying to keep upmight see me with a suit in my hands so you know i’ve been rolling trees updraw that strap a 16 bar that’ll clean your team upknow what i mean like metrefor five lift a mans feet upreal mic man or no retardshutup
bury that soundoh bury that sounddig that up bury that againshow that i’m ready nah shelling that againtold that i’m ready nah telling that again yo

Hold on hope

When you don’t call
Wake up, and wait for vision
Search for light, in darkened rooms

Let me see, all the figures behind me
Courage low, and faint of heart

I can feel it, I can feel it
And now i see it, and now i see it’s right
You gotta go away to come back home
To stop holding on, to stop holding on,

To stop holding on, and admit it’s wrong

I’m not giving up, I’m not old enough
To be certain of alone, feel so alone

I’m not giving up, I’m not old enough
I’m not giving up, what it feels to be alone

Choosing rope, So I don’t call,

Wake up To make The decision

Looking up, this darkened room, an older blue
And the phone starts to call, leaves me reeling
And I can feel it’s right, and I feel it’s right
To come back home,

To be holding on, to be holding on,

to be holding on, to be holding on
And I’m not giving up I’m not old enough I’m not giving up
What it feels to be alone