Disclaimers: I do NOT own Moulin Rouge. If that happened... well, you may not want to know.
Melting Diamonds.
"One day I'll fly away," she sang. "Why live life from dream to dream, and dread the day when dreaming ends?"
"Do you believe in freedom?" they asked him. "A Bohemian storm is brewing."
They shall go to the Moulin Rouge, to free the storm and meet the diamond.
There it shall be free.
Free? Free! Free to fly away, perhaps? Why fly from freedom, diamond, when they go to greet it?
At the Moulin Rouge.
A place of freedom.
And bondage.
The image for truth is Nature Boy. This makes sense, for he's the one who tells the story. He must have truth or the whole thing is just pointless.
The symbol of beauty is the sparkling diamond.
Need I explain that?
Their sign for love is a picture of the two lovers kissing. The closest thing to drawing love, I bet.
Yet their vision of freedom is, above all things, the Red Mill.
"One day I'll fly away," she sang.
They gained their freedom, as her spirit flew away.
Le fin.
Melting Diamonds.
"One day I'll fly away," she sang. "Why live life from dream to dream, and dread the day when dreaming ends?"
"Do you believe in freedom?" they asked him. "A Bohemian storm is brewing."
They shall go to the Moulin Rouge, to free the storm and meet the diamond.
There it shall be free.
Free? Free! Free to fly away, perhaps? Why fly from freedom, diamond, when they go to greet it?
At the Moulin Rouge.
A place of freedom.
And bondage.
The image for truth is Nature Boy. This makes sense, for he's the one who tells the story. He must have truth or the whole thing is just pointless.
The symbol of beauty is the sparkling diamond.
Need I explain that?
Their sign for love is a picture of the two lovers kissing. The closest thing to drawing love, I bet.
Yet their vision of freedom is, above all things, the Red Mill.
"One day I'll fly away," she sang.
They gained their freedom, as her spirit flew away.
Le fin.
