Les Ombres Chinoises - Marina Céleste

Des silhouettes sans visage des visages inconnus

Une fenêtre qui donne sur la cour

On ne voit pas le ciel mais la cage d’escalier

Le rendez-vous de 5h pile

Chaque soir, elle sonne au 3èm à la même heure

Apprêtée les cheveux lâchés

Il l’attend derrière la poussière des careaux

La lumière filtre leur corps à corps

Les voilà qui dansent

En ombres chinoises

Leur ombres dessinent

Siamoises

Des encres de chine

Des papillons noirs

Qui battent de l’aile

Le temps passe et laisse sa trace indélébile

Les heures filent les amants sont lasses

Mais s’ils ne dansent plus comme des papillons noirs

Le souvenir nourrit leur histoire

Chinese shadows

Silhouettes shadows and faded faces gones

The window an overhead screen

No view of the sky only the stairs between

The lovers meeting time is happening

Every night she comes and she rings behind the door

Beautifull her hair free and down

He’s waiting for her and just can’t get no more

Darkness surronds in the mirror

Now there are dancing

Chinese shadows

The light is drawing

Siamese

The black butterflies

Blow away, vanish

They’re flying away

Time escapes just let an indelible trace

Hours gone (the) lovers are tired

They didn’t dance anymore like black butterflies

The desire disappears for grace

Faceless silhouettes of unknown faces

A window that overlooks the courtyard

We don't see the sky but the stairwell

The appointment at 5 a.m. sharp

Every evening, it rings at the 3rd at the same time

Dressed up with her hair down

He waits for her behind the dust of the tiles

The light filters through their body to body

Here they are dancing

In Chinese shadows

Their shadows draw

Siamese

Indian inks

black butterflies

Who flutter

Time passes and leaves its indelible mark

The hours go by, the lovers are tired

But if they no longer dance like black butterflies

Memory feeds their story

Chinese shadows

Silhouettes shadows and faded faces gone

The window an overhead screen

No view of the sky only the stairs between

The lovers meeting time is happening

Every night she comes and she rings behind the door

Beautifull her hair free and down

He's waiting for her and just can't get no more

Darkness surrounds in the mirror

Now there are dancing

Chinese shadows

The light is drawing

Siamese

The black butterflies

Blow away, vanish

They're flying away

Time escapes just let an indelible trace

Hours gone (the) lovers are tired

They didn't dance anymore like black butterflies

The desire disappears for grace