I was listening to the Moulin Rouge soundtrack the other day and I came across this song. It was so beautiful that i wanted to use it.

Disclaimer- It's all Joss's. Not mine, though I wish it were.

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Complainte De La Butte

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.”

River’s scream echoed throughout the halls of Serenity. Simon sighed as he pulled a shirt on and rushed into his sister’s bedroom. She was curled up in the corner of her bed, knees pulled up to her bent head, and she was rocking to and fro. Her thin sheet covered her bare legs, and draped across her shoulders. She reminded Simon of a girl he had once seen in a blackout sector. So small. So fragile. Simon rushed to her side.

“Shhhh, mei mei. It’s okay, it’s okay.” He comforted in vain.

“Not okay, not okay. You don’t understand- you can’t comprehend. You don’t know.”

Tears welled in Simons eyes as he saw his fractured sister. She was so frightened. And she was right. He didn’t understand. He couldn’t even help her.

“You’re right. I don’t. But I’m trying. I promise. You will get better.”

River smiled a little. “I know, I know”

“Do you remember the song that Father used to sing to Mom whenever she got upset.” Simon asked, in an attempt to cheer up his sister.

“Complainte de la Butte” River responded with a smile.

“That’s right. Do you remember it?”

River shook her head. “Sing it to me?” she implored.

“Of course.”

River lay down on her bed, and as he tucked her in, Simon sang to her, the same way his father would whenever she couldn’t sleep.

‘La lune trop blême

Pose un diadème

Sur tes cheveux roux

La lune trop rousse

De gloire éclabousse

Ton jupon plein d'trous

La lune trop pâle

Caresse l'opale

De tes yeux blasés

Princesse de la rue

Soit la bienvenue

Dans mon cœur brisé

The stairways up to la butte can make the wretched sigh

While windmill wings of the Moulin shelter you and I

Ma p'tite mandigote

Je sens ta menotte

Qui cherche ma main

Je sens ta poitrine

Et ta taille fine

J'oublie