Le Ballet (Live) - Céline Dion перевод на английский

Le Ballet (Live)

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 coeur 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
Qu'importe les mots n'ont plus la moindre importance
Car le ballet a commencé
Il met ses plus beaux atouts et du miel sur sa voix
Toi tu te fais velours et tes bijoux brillent sur toi
Il te dit poèmes et rêves de lointains voyages
Tu réponds Florence, peinture, impeccables images
Dames et cavaliers, avancez
Un coup d'oeil à son dos, ses hanches, quand s'efface le galantin
Un regard quand elle se penche et laisse deviner un sein
Elle sait dejà 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'arrête 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)

It catches you off guard,
In the midst of a colorless hour,
A gesture, a scent, a glance,
That tears through your scenery.
Suddenly, this heart that had almost forgotten you,
Shows up at your door and starts knocking again.
Beware, 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 right through you,
Between desire and fear.
You hear yourself saying meaningless phrases to him,
Words no longer matter.
Because the ballet has begun.
He puts on his best charm and honey on his voice,
You become velvet, and your jewels shine on you.
He tells you poems and dreams of distant journeys,
You reply with Florence, paintings, impeccable images.
Ladies and gentlemen, step forward.
A glance at his back, his hips, when the charmer fades away,
A look as she leans in and reveals a hint of breast.
She already knows his hands, the contours of his mouth,
The arch of his back, which she has discreetly noticed.
Because the ballet is about to come alive.
He has cracked the codes and given the right passwords,
A little more alcohol, and the armor falls away.
The keys to the bodies are handed over, finally skin embraces skin,
And time stands still as long as grace lasts.
Because the ballet is almost over,
And real life is about to begin.
And yes - real life -