Ça Plane Pour Moi

I fell in love with him a few weeks ago,
when we played a gig and after the show,
the dj put on that song and on the empty dance floor,
he started dancing enthusiastic «Ça Plane Pour Moi».
Pretty as a bird, agile as the snow,
twirling in the hall, easy and tiptoed,
hovering above the earth as a gliding song.
A whirling dervish reaching kemal, «Ça Plane Pour Moi».