Our lady of pigalle - french version

Can I buy you something, can I stroke your hair
Can I hold your hand and take you somewhere?
Youre a young nobody, youre a perfect soul
Youre an empty altar that can make me whole
Can I take you somewhere, can I wipe your tears
Can I fill your pockets or befriend you here?
Youre the final offer for the men who call
My highest hiding place, our lady of Pigalle
Will you be ascending in this midnight heat
On a flying buttress with stony feet?
In the revolutions we tear down your walls and then
Redeem you, reclaim you, our lady of Pigalle
Youre a young nobody, Im a passing glance
In the mad injustice of eternal romance;
Beloved, broken into and caressed
You will bridge the waters and Ill give you rest
In the early hours when the streetlights fade
For my inquisition and my last crusade
Youll be savior, a reason for it all
And Ill be blessed and favored, our lady of Pigalle
Will you be ascending in this midnight heat
On a flying buttress with stony feet?
In the revolutions we tear down your walls and then
Redeem you, reclaim you, our Lady of Pigalle
Up to the places of your heart where souls wrestle angels in the dark
Ten thousand years the scent of life bottled up in you child
Youre driving men wild!
Can I buy you something, can I wash your feet
Can I read you poems of my thirsty retreat?
Im a young nobody, Im a perfect soul
I can take you in, I can make you whole
Will you be ascending in this midnight heat
On a flying buttress with stony feet?
In the revolutions we tear down your walls, and then
Redeem you, reclaim you, our Lady of Pigalle