Le ballet

(Jean-Jacques Goldman)

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 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 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 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 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 -

It happens to you without warning
In the middle of a colourless hour

A motion, a smell, a look
Which almost tears your setting

Suddenly this heart which almost forgot you
Comes at your door and starts to beat again

Look out, the ballet is about to begin

You don't understand very well what's happening to you
You first think about an error

You keep clear of him and he guesses you
Between desire and fear

You hear you saying him sentences with no meaning
No matter, the words don't have importance anymore

Because the ballet has begun

He is decked out in all his finery and with honey on his voice
You, you make yourself velvet and your jewels are bright on you
He tells you some poems and dreams from distant trips
You answer Florence, painting, some impeccable images

Ladies and partners, move forward

A glance to his back, his hips, when the gallant fades
A look when she bends and lets imagine a breast
She already knows his hands, the outlines of his mouth
The curve of his back, which she noticed discreetly

Because the ballet is about to become animated

He knew the codes and gave the right passwords
A little more acohol and the shields fall
The keys of bodies delivered, at last the skins hug
And time stops as long as the grace lasts

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

(Translation by www.celinedionweb.com)

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