La Madelon
Sara Montiel
Madelon
For rest, the pleasure of the soldier,
He is there just a stone's throw from the forest.
A house with walls all covered in ivy
To the true soldiers, it's the name of the cabaret.
The maid is young and kind,
Light as a butterfly.
Like her wine, her eye sparkles,
We call her Madelon.
We dream of it at night, we think of it during the day,
It's only Madelon but for us it's love.
When Madelon comes to serve us drinks
Under the arbor, we brush against her skirt.
And each one tells her a story
A story in their own way.
Madelon is not strict with us
When we take her by the waist or chin.
She laughs, that's all the harm she knows how to do
Madelon, Madelon, Madelon!
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