More songs by Damiano David
Description
Programmer, Keyboards, Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar, Composer, Lyricist, Engineer, Vocal Producer, Producer: Mark Schick
Lyricist, Associated Performer, Composer: Damiano David
Engineer, Keyboards, Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar, Lyricist, Composer, Programmer, Vocal Producer, Producer: Jason Evigan
Drums: Joey Waronker
Bass: Justin Meldal-Johnsen
Piano: Tommy King
Lyricist, Composer: Sarah Hudson
Engineer: Jackson Rau
Engineer: Jeremy Hatcher
Mixing Engineer: Mitch McCarthy
Mastering Engineer: Nathan Dantzler
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
English translation
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