Текст и перевод песни Céline Dion - Le Ballet

Le Ballet

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 ce 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 donner 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

It happens without warning,
In the middle 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.
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 reads right through you,
Between desire and fear.

You hear yourself saying meaningless sentences,
It doesn't matter, words no longer hold any importance.
Because the ballet has begun.

He puts on his best assets and honey on his voice,
You become velvet, your jewels shining on you.
He tells you poems and dreams of faraway journeys,
You reply Florence, paintings, impeccable images.

Ladies and gentlemen, step forward.

A glance at his back, his hips, when the charmer fades away,
A look when she bends down and lets a breast be guessed.
She already knows his hands, the contours of his mouth,
The arch of his back, that she has discreetly noticed.
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 away.
The keys to the bodies are delivered, finally the skins embrace,
And time stops as long as grace lasts.

Because the ballet is almost over,
And real life is about to begin.
And yes, real life.