Au fond du temple saint - David Byrne

Au fond du temple saint

Pare de fleurs et d’or,

Une femme apparait!

Je crois la voir encore!

Une femme apparait!

Je crois la voir encore!

La foule prosternee

La regarde, etonnee,

Et murmure tous bas:

Voyez, c’est la deesse!

Qui dans l’ombre se dresse

Et vers nous tend les bras!

Son voile se souleve!

O vision!

o reve!

La foule est a genoux!

Oui, c’est elle!

C’est la deesse

Plus charmante et plus belle!

Oui, c’est elle!

C’est la deesse

Qui descend parmi nous!

Son voile se souleve et la foule est a genoux!

Mais a travers la foule

Elle s’ouvre un passage!

Son long voile deja

Nous cache son visage!

Mon regard, helas!

La cherche en vain!

Elle fuit!

Elle fuit!

Oui, c’est elle!

C’est la deesse!

En ce jour qui vient nous unir,

Et fidele a ma promesse,

Comme un frere je veux te cherir!

C’est elle, c’est la deesse

Qui vient en ce jour nous unir!

Oui, partageons le meme sort,

Into the holy temple

Adorned with flowers and gold,

A woman appears!

I think I see her again!

A woman appears!

I think I see her again!

The prostrate crowd

Looks at her, astonished,

And whispers softly:

See, it's the goddess!

Who in the shadows stands

And reach out to us!

Her veil is lifted!

O vision!

o dream!

The crowd is on their knees!

Yes it's her!

She's the goddess

More charming and more beautiful!

Yes it's her!

She's the goddess

Who descends among us!

Her veil is lifted and the crowd is on their knees!

But through the crowd

She opens a passage!

Her long veil already

Hides his face from us!

My gaze, alas!

Seek her in vain!

She flees!

She flees!

Yes it's her!

She's the goddess!

On this day that comes to unite us,

And true to my promise,

As a brother I want to cherish you!

It's her, it's the goddess

Who comes this day to unite us!

Yes, let's share the same fate,