paroles de chanson The Last Ballet - Beau

Beforе a backcloth made of silk
The dancing woman leaps
Upon this awesome stage
And as this apparition sweeps
Before the lights, a glint of gold
Reflected from her eyes
Upon the tear she held so near
To the make-up man's disguise

In truth, she screams through silent lips
The words she cannot say
To those who cannot hear her cries
Though scream as hard she may
The deep consuming blackness
That exists behind the light
Is beckoning the dancer
In the stillness of the night

And she asks of those who see her dance
That they might understand
The movement of the twisting feet
And the waving of the hand
She asks her audience to live
Within what she creates
And to this end, the body sings
And the dancing mind translates

The Musical Director brings
The consummating chords
To an audience awaiting this
The moment it applauds
And the ballerina's body lies
So silent on the ground
The dance is past, and in the end
She never hears a sound