More songs by Damiano David
Description
Sometimes the past smells not of perfume, but of electricity - when for a second it seems that somewhere nearby the light of those eyes will flash again, and the air will tremble with memory. It all ended long ago, but the body stubbornly remembers the rhythm of someone else's footsteps - as if a phantom lives inside, with whom one still has to dance. A kind of private ballet on the fragments of the heart, with impeccable steps.
And it seems clear: there is no love, only its shadow, thin and beautiful, like a ballerina on the tip of a memory. But how she knows how to return - light, barefoot, almost transparent. As if guilt itself had turned into a melody that is still impossible not to dance to.
Lyrics and translation
Original
What a pretty little thing you are
I'd let you take a little piece of my heart
You remind me of a dark-haired tiny dancer in the dark
What a pretty little thing you are
I'd let you do a pirouette on my heart
Knew that I would be addicted to your lipstick from the start
False evidence appearing real
Oh, how lovely
The way you danced wearing nothing
My ballerina
I still feel you here
When I tango with the fear
Oh honey
I would jump if you called me
My ballerina
I still feel you here
When I tango with the fear
Oh-oh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
How could you say the pretty things you said
And talk about me to your family and friends?
It's like you kept me in your pocket just to play on rainy days
Let me tell you in a simple song
What a pity that the pretty is gone
Call me crazy, but sometimes I like to think that you're the one
Oh, how lovely
The way you danced wearing nothing
My ballerina
I still feel you here
When I tango with the fear
Oh honey
I would jump if you called me
My ballerina
I still feel you here
When I tango with the fear
Oh, I'm still dancing with your figure
Even though you're gone
Even though you're gone
I still dance alone
Oh, how lovely
The way you danced wearing nothing
My ballerina
I still feel you here
Oh, how lovely
The way you danced wearing nothing
My ballerina
I still feel you here
When I tango with the fear
Oh honey
I would jump if you called me
My ballerina
I still feel you here
When I tango with the fear