Les Tit' Nassels — L'échappé(e) song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "L'échappé(e)" by Les Tit' Nassels.
Lyrics
Ca y est pépé, c’est la dernière pente,
C’est l’arrivée au bout de cette descente,
Nombre de tes amis ont abandonné,
Un à un, tu les as vu céder.
Déjà, pépé, tu pers un peu les pédales,
Tu dérailles, pépé, et tu t’emballes,
Plus assez de force pour serrer les freins,
Attention pépé, à rester en chemin.
Allez pépé, sur le bord de la route,
Toute la famille te tend un bidon, un casse-croûte,
Mais tu as le ??? braqué pépé tu ne contrôles plus,
Déjà dans le vent ton esprit s’est perdu.
A présent, pépé, c’est la dernière ligne droite,
Le parcours t’a usé, tu es maigre, et moite,
Tes yeux rivés ne voient plus en arrière,
Une seule issue couronne ta carrière.
Ca y est, pépé, c’est la ligne d’arrivée,
On gardera ton vélo pour toujours accroché,
C'était une belle course, pleine de rebondissements,
Tu as réussi, récupère, maintenant.
Si t’avais vu, pépé, sur le podium, toutes ces fleurs,
Et ces gens bien habillés qui étaient là en ton honneur,
Pas d’applaudissement, ça s’fait pas apparemment,
On avait tous des gueules d’enterrement.
Lyrics translation
It's the last slope.,
This is the arrival at the end of this descent,
Many of your friends have given up,
One by one, you saw them give in.
Already, Grandpa, you lose your pedals a little,
You're going crazy, grandpa, and you're going crazy.,
More force to tighten the brakes,
Be careful, grandpa, to stay on your way.
Come on, grandpa, by the side of the road.,
The whole family gives you a can, a snack,
But you have the ??? you're out of control.,
Already in the wind your mind is lost.
Now, Grandpa, This is the last straight line,
The course has worn you out, you are skinny, and sweaty,
Your riveted eyes can't see back,
There's only one way out to crown your career.
That's it, grandpa, that's the finish line.,
We'll keep your bike hanging forever,
It was a nice race, full of twists and turns,
You did it, get it back, now.
If you had seen, grandpa, on the podium, all these flowers,
And those well-dressed people who were there in your honor,
No applause, it doesn't seem to happen.,
We all had funerals.