Le ballet - Live à Paris - Céline Dion Übersetzung ins Englische

Le ballet - Live à Paris

Ça t'arrive sans crier gare
Au milieu d'une heure incolore
Un geste, une odeur, un regard
Qui comme déchire ton décor
Tout à coup ce cur qui t'avait presque oublié
Se pointe à ta porte et se remet à cogner
Attention, le ballet va commencer
Tu comprends pas trop c'qui t'arrive
Tu crois d'abord à une erreur
Tu l'évites et lui te devine
Entre le désir et la peur
Tu t'entends lui dire des phrases sans aucun sens
Qui'mporte, les mots n'ont plus la moindre importance
Car le ballet a commencé
Il met ses plus beaux autours et du miel sur sa voix
Toi tu te fais velours et tes bijoux brillent sur toi
Il te dit poèmes et réves et lointains voyages
Tu réponds Florence, peinture, impeccables images
Dames et cavaliers, avancez
Un coup d'il à son dos, ses hanches, quand s'efface le galantin
Un regard quand elle se penche et laisse deviner un sein
Elle sait déjà ses mains, les contours de sa bouche
Le cambré de ses reins, qu'elle a noté en douce
Car le ballet va s'animer
Il a su les codes et donné les bons mots de passe
Encore un peu d'alcool et que tombent les cuirasses
Livrées les clés des corps enfin les peaux s'embrassent
Et le temps s'arrete tant que dure la grâce
Car le ballet, est bientôt terminé
Et la vraie vie, va commencer
Et oui, la vraie vie

The Ballet - Live in Paris

It happens to you without warning,
In the middle of a colorless hour.
A gesture, a scent, a glance,
That tears your scenery apart.
Suddenly, this heart that had almost forgotten you,
Shows up at your door and starts knocking again.
Be careful, the ballet is about to begin.
You don't really understand what's happening to you,
At first, you think it's a mistake.
You avoid him, and he guesses your thoughts,
Between desire and fear.
You hear yourself saying meaningless sentences to him,
It doesn't matter, words no longer have any importance.
Because the ballet has begun.
He puts on his finest clothes and honey on his voice,
You make yourself velvet and your jewels shine on you.
He tells you poems and dreams and distant journeys,
You answer Florence, painting, impeccable images.
Ladies and gentlemen, step forward.
A glance at his back, his hips, when the gallant disappears,
A look when she leans over and lets a breast be guessed.
She already knows his hands, the contours of his mouth,
The arch of his back, which she has discreetly noted.
Because the ballet is about to come alive.
He knew the codes and gave the right passwords,
A little more alcohol and the armor falls,
The keys to the bodies are delivered, finally the skins kiss,
And time stops as long as grace lasts.
Because the ballet is soon over,
And real life, is about to begin,
And yes, real life.