Текст и перевод песни Céline Dion - Le ballet (Démo version)

Le ballet (Démo version)

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 cœur qui t′avait presque oublié
Se pointe à ta porte et se remet à cogner
Attention, le ballet va commencer
Tu comprends pas trop ce qui t'arrive
Tu crois d'abord a 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
Qu'importe, les mots n′ont plus d'importance
Car le ballet a commencé
Il met ses plus beaux atours et du miel sur sa voix
Toi, tu te fais velours et tes bijoux brillent sur toi
Il te dit poèmes et rêves et lointains voyages
Tu réponds Florence, peinture, impeccables images
Dames et cavaliers, avancez
Un coup d′œil 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 donne 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′arrête tant que dure la grâce
Car le ballet, est bientôt terminé
Et la vraie vie, va commencer
Eh oui, la vraie vie

The Ballet (Demo Version)

It happens without warning,
In the middle of a colorless hour,
A gesture, a scent, a glance,
That tears apart your decor.
Suddenly, this heart that had almost forgotten you,
Shows up at your door and starts knocking again.
Attention, the ballet is about to begin.
You don't quite understand what's happening to you,
At first, you think it's a mistake.
You avoid him and he sees through you,
Between desire and fear.
You hear yourself saying meaningless sentences to him,
No matter, words no longer matter,
Because the ballet has begun.
He puts on his finest attire and honey on his voice,
You become velvet and your jewels shine on you.
He tells you poems and dreams and distant journeys,
You respond with Florence, paintings, impeccable images.
Ladies and gentlemen, step forward.
A glance at his back, his hips, when the gallant fades away,
A look when she bends 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 noted softly.
Because the ballet is going to come alive.
He knew the codes and gave the right passwords,
A little more alcohol and the armor falls.
Delivered, the keys to the bodies, finally the skins embrace,
And time stands still as long as grace lasts.
Because the ballet, is soon over,
And real life, is about to begin.
Oh yes, real life.