Текст и перевод песни Garou - Belle Medley (Live)

Belle Medley (Live)

Belle
C′est un mot qu'on dirait inventé pour elle
Quand elle danse et qu′elle met son corps à jour, tel
Un oiseau qui étend ses ailes pour s'envoler
Alors je sens l'enfer s′ouvrir sous mes pieds
J′ai posé mes yeux sous sa robe de gitane
À quoi me sert encore de prier Notre-Dame?
Quel
Est celui qui lui jettera la première pierre?
Celui-là ne mérite pas d'être sur Terre
Ô Lucifer, oh, laisse-moi rien qu′une fois
Glisser mes doigts dans les cheveux d'Esmeralda
Belle
Is the only word I know that suits so well
When she dances all the story she can tell
Oh, free bird trying out her wings to fly away
But when I see her move I see hell to pay
She dances naked in my soul and sleep won′t come
And it's no use to pray this prayers to Notre-Dame
Tell
Who′d be the first to raise his hand and throw a stone
I'd hang him high and laugh to see him die alone
Oh Lucifer, please let me go beyond God's law
And run my fingers through her hair Esmeralda
Et por la Esmeralda
Belle
La palabra se invento para su piel
Al mover su cuerpo mataras por el
Volar de un ave que me hace estremecer
Todo el infierno se abrira a mis pies
A su vestido tiembla la sensualidad
De que me servira rezar a Notre-Dame?
Quien de tirar la primera piedra es capaz
Por que ese hombre no podra vivir en paz
Oh, Lucifer, dejame por una vez
Acariciar a un pello de Esmeralda
J′ai posé mes yeux sur sa robe de gitane
(À quoi me sert encore de prier Notre-Dame?)
Quel
Est celui qui lui jettera la première pierre?
(Celui-là ne mérite pas d′être sur Terre)
(Ô Lucifer)
(Oh, laisse-moi rien qu'une fois)
(Glisser mes doigts dans les cheveux d′Esmeralda)
Esmeralda

Beautiful Medley (Live)

Beautiful
It's a word seemingly invented just for her
When she dances and reveals her body, like
A bird spreading its wings to take flight
I feel hell opening up beneath my feet
My eyes have fallen upon her gypsy dress
What use is there in praying to Our Lady now?
Who
Is the one who would cast the first stone at her?
That person doesn't deserve to be on Earth
Oh Lucifer, oh, just once let me
Slide my fingers through Esmeralda's hair
Beautiful
Is the only word I know that suits so well
When she dances, she tells the whole story
Oh, a free bird trying out her wings to fly away
But when I see her move, I know there's hell to pay
She dances naked in my soul, and sleep won't come
And it's no use praying these prayers to Notre-Dame
Tell
Who would be the first to raise his hand and throw a stone
I'd hang him high and laugh to see him die alone
Oh Lucifer, please let me go beyond God's law
And run my fingers through her hair, Esmeralda
And for Esmeralda
Beautiful
The word was invented for her skin
When she moves her body, you'd kill for it
The flight of a bird that makes me tremble
All of hell will open at my feet
Sensuality trembles in her dress
What use is there in praying to Notre-Dame?
Who is capable of throwing the first stone
Because that man will not be able to live in peace
Oh, Lucifer, let me for once
Caress a strand of Esmeralda's hair
My eyes have fallen upon her gypsy dress
(What use is there in praying to Notre-Dame?)
Who
Is the one who would cast the first stone at her?
(That person doesn't deserve to be on Earth)
(Oh Lucifer)
(Oh, just once let me)
(Slide my fingers through Esmeralda's hair)
Esmeralda