Текст и перевод песни Gilbert Bécaud - Le danseur - The Skater

Le danseur - The Skater

Ce n'était pas un homme
Mais presque un héro
Il dansait comme on vole
Il était mieux que beau
Un oiseau, un oiseau

Il venait d'un pays
Derrière le rideau
Où il est interdit
De franchir les barreaux
Aux oiseaux

Danser, danser, danser
C'était sa vie
Voler, planer, génie, folie, sa vie
Le public debout
Les fleurs projetées
Des ovations, (des ovations)

Il a voulu voler
De plus en plus haut
Un soir, il est tombé
Et dans tous les journaux
La photo, la photo

Ce n'était pourtant rien
Qu'un faux pas banal
Mais quand elles brillent moins
On en veut aux étoiles
Aux étoiles

Danser, danser, danser
C'était sa vie
Planer, planer, génie, folie, sa vie
Il était brisé, il était cassé
Un oiseau ne sait pas marcher

Alors, il est monté
Aux plus hautes étoiles
Et s'est envolé pour la dernière fois
Et voilà, et voilà

On a mis sa statue près de l'opéra
Les gens de la rue
Quand ils passent par là
Le revoient

Danser, danser, danser
C'était sa vie
Planer, planer, génie, folie, sa vie
Danser, danser, danser
(C'était sa vie
Planer, planer, génie, folie, sa vie)

Le danseur - The Skater

He wasn't just a man,
But almost a hero.
He danced like one flies,
He was more than handsome, my love.
A bird, a bird.

He came from a land,
Behind the curtain,
Where it's forbidden
To cross the bars,
For the birds.

To dance, to dance, to dance,
That was his life.
To fly, to soar, genius, madness, his life.
The audience standing,
Flowers thrown,
Ovations, (ovations).

He wanted to fly
Higher and higher.
One night, he fell,
And in all the papers,
The photo, the photo.

It was nothing more
Than a simple misstep.
But when they shine less brightly,
We blame the stars, my dear,
The stars.

To dance, to dance, to dance,
That was his life.
To soar, to soar, genius, madness, his life.
He was broken, he was shattered,
A bird doesn't know how to walk.

So, he climbed
To the highest stars,
And flew away for the last time.
And that's it, and that's it.

They put his statue near the opera house.
People in the street,
When they pass by,
See him again.

To dance, to dance, to dance,
That was his life.
To soar, to soar, genius, madness, his life.
To dance, to dance, to dance,
(That was his life,
To soar, to soar, genius, madness, his life.)