Le Ballet
Ca t'arrive sans crier gare
Au milieu d'une heure incolore
Un geste, une odeur, un regard
Qui comme dechire ton decor
Tout a coup ce coeur qui t'avait presque oublie
Se pointe a ta porte et se remet a cogner
Attention, le ballet va commencer
Tu comprends pas trop c'qui t'arrive
Tu crois d'abord a une erreur
Tu l'evites et lui te devine
Entre le desir 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 commence
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 poemes et reves de lointains voyages
Tu reponds Florence, peinture, impeccables images
Dames et cavaliers, avancez
Un coup d'oeil a son dos, ses hanches, quand s'efface le galantin
Un regard quand elle se penche et laisse deviner un sein
Elle sait deja ses mains, les contours de sa bouche
Le cambre de ses reins, qu'elle a note en douce
Car le ballet va s'animer
Il a su les codes et donne les bons mots de passe
Encore un peu d'alcool et que tombent les cuirasses
Livrees les cles des corps enfin les peaux s'embrassent
Et le temps s'arrete tant que dure la grace
Car le ballet, est bientot termine
Et la vraie vie, va commencer
Et oui - la vraie vie
The Ballet
It happens out of the blue
In the middle of a colorless hour
A gesture, a smell, a look
That tears apart your decor
Suddenly, this heart that had almost forgotten you
Shows up at your door and starts knocking again
Watch out, the ballet is about to begin
You don't really understand what's happening
At first, you think it's a mistake
You avoid it and it reads you
Between desire and fear
You hear yourself saying meaningless phrases
No matter, words no longer matter
Because the ballet has begun
He puts on his finest clothes and honey in his voice
You become velvet and your jewels shine on you
He tells you poems and dreams of distant travels
You answer Florence, painting, impeccable images
Ladies and gentlemen, step forward
A glance at his back, his hips, when the gallant fades away
A look when she leans over and reveals a breast
She already knows his hands, the contours of his mouth
The curve of his back, which she noted discreetly
Because the ballet is about to come alive
He knows the codes and gives the right passwords
A little more alcohol and the armor falls
The keys to the bodies are given, finally the skins kiss
And time stops as long as grace lasts
Because the ballet is soon over
And real life will begin
And yes - real life
Escrita por: Jean-Jacques Goldman