Le ballet - Céline Dion

a t’arrive sans crier gare

Au milieu d’une heure incolore

Un geste, une odeur, un regard

Qui comme dchire ton dcor

Tout coup ce coeur qui t’avait presque oubli

Se pointe ta porte et se remet cogner

Attention, le ballet va commencer

Tu comprends pas trop ce qui t’arrive

Tu crois d’abord une erreur

Tu l’vites et lui te devine

Entre le dsir 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 commenc

Il met ses plus beaux autours et du miel sur sa voix

Toi tu te fais velours et tes bijoux brillent sur toi

Il te dit pomes, rves et lointains voyages

Tu rponds Florence, peinture, impeccables images

Dames et cavaliers, avancez

Un coup d'?il son dos, ses hanches, quand s’efface le galantin

Un regard quand elle se penche et laisse deviner un sein

Elle sait dj ses mains, les contours de sa bouche

Le cambr de ses reins, qu’elle a not en douce

Car le ballet va s’animer

Il a su les codes et donn les bons mots de passe

Encore un peu d’alcool et que tombent les cuirasses

Livres les cls des corps enfin les peaux s’embrassent

Et le temps s’arrte tant que dure la grce

Car le ballet est bientt termin

Et la vraie vie, va commencer

Et oui — la vraie vie — va commencer

has arrived without warning

In the middle of a colorless hour

A gesture, a smell, a look

Who tears up your decor

Suddenly this heart that had almost forgotten you

Comes to your door and starts knocking again

Watch out, the ballet is about to start

You don't really understand what's happening to you

First you believe a mistake

You avoid him and he guesses you

Between desire and fear

You hear yourself saying nonsense sentences to him

Never mind, words don't matter anymore

'Cause the ballet has begun

He puts his finest goshawks and honey on his voice

You go velvet and your jewelry shines on you

He tells you poems, dreams and distant journeys

You answer Florence, painting, impeccable images

Ladies and knights, step forward

A look at her back, her hips, when the galantine fades away

A look when she bends over and hints at a breast

She already knows her hands, the contours of her mouth

The arch of her loins, which she quietly noted

'Cause the ballet will come alive

He knew the codes and gave the right passwords

A little more alcohol and let the breastplates fall

Deliver the keys of the bodies finally the skins kiss each other

And time stands still as long as grace lasts

'Cause the ballet is almost over

And real life will begin

And yes — the real life — will begin