Lyrics and translation Santana feat. Steve Winwood - Whiter Shade Of Pale (feat. Steve Winwood)

Whiter Shade Of Pale (feat. Steve Winwood)

We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
But the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
The waiter brought a tray

And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale

She said, there is no reason
And the truth is plain to see
But I wandered through my playing cards
And would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
They might have just as well've been closed

And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale

So it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale

Whiter Shade Of Pale (avec Steve Winwood)

On a sauté le fandango léger
Faisant la roue sur la piste
Je me sentais un peu nauséeux
Mais la foule en redemandait
La salle vibrait plus fort
Alors que le plafond s'envolait
Quand on a commandé un autre verre
Le serveur a apporté un plateau

Et c'est ainsi que plus tard
Comme le meunier racontait son histoire
Que ton visage, d'abord fantomatique
Est devenu d'une pâleur plus blanche

Tu as dit, il n'y a aucune raison
Et la vérité est claire à voir
Mais j'ai erré parmi mes cartes à jouer
Et je ne voulais pas te laisser tranquille
L'une des seize vierges vestales
Qui partaient pour la côte
Et bien que mes yeux soient ouverts
Ils auraient tout aussi bien pu être fermés

Et c'est ainsi que plus tard
Comme le meunier racontait son histoire
Que ton visage, d'abord fantomatique
Est devenu d'une pâleur plus blanche

C'est ainsi que plus tard
Comme le meunier racontait son histoire
Que ton visage, d'abord fantomatique
Est devenu d'une pâleur plus blanche