Tape sur des tonneaux
Sur des pianos
Sur tout ce que dieu peut te mettre entre les mains
Montre ton rire ou ton chagrin
Mais que tu n'aies rien, que tu sois roi
Que tu cherches encore les pouvoirs qui dorment en toi
Tu vois ça ne s'achète pas
Quand tu l'as tu l'as
It is like a cheerfulness
It is like a smile
Something in the voice
That seems to say "come" to us
That makes us feel oddly well
It is like the complete history
Of the black people
That sways
Between love and despair
Something that dances in you
If you have it, you have it
Ella, she has it
That something
That others don't have
That puts us in a happy state
Ella, she has it
Ella, she has it
Ou-ou ou-ou ou-ou ou...
She has,...ou-ou..., this curious voice
She has,...ou-ou..., this curious joy
This gift from the sky that makes her pretty
Ella, she has it
Ella, she has it
She has, ou-ou...
Ella, she has it
She has, ou-ou...
She has this little more in the soul
This undefinable charm
This little flame
Tap on barrels
On pianos
On everything that God can put between your hands
Show your smile or your sorrow
But whether you have nothing, whether you are king
Whether you are still looking for the powers within you
You see, that can't be bought
When you have it, you have it
Ella, she has it
That something
That others don't have
That puts us in a happy state
Ella, she has it
Ella, she has it...
