Oldelaf — Tire-fesses song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Tire-fesses" by Oldelaf.
Lyrics
Aprs deux heures de queue
Par moins 24 degr (c)s,
Je viens d’chopper un rhume,
J’ai les orteils gel (c)s;
J’avance comme je peux
Car c’est bientґt moi,
Le bouton vert s’allume:
Ca y est je n’ai plus l’choix
Un gars me tend une perche
Qui s’envole aussitґt;
Oh ! Non ! Rat©, la dche,
Je repars z (c)roЂ¦
Tire-fesses, tire-fesses, tu me remplis de stresse,
Tire-fesses, tire-fesses, de Tignes Super-Besse,
Tire-fesses, tire-fesses, quelle torture de SS
Tire-fesses, tire-fesses, je lance un SOS !
Mon tour revient enfin:
Onze heures, c’est pas trop tґt.
Je m’accroche au bazar,
Le choc me casse les reins,
Me luxe un testicule
Et l’truc, sans crier gare,
S’arrЄte et puis recule;
J’suis d (c)s (c)quilibr© Et v’l la deuxime couche.
Le coup me fait valser,
J’ai d’la neige plein la boucheЂ¦
Je retente ma chance,
Je m’avoue pas vaincu.
Aprs quatre heures de queue,
Me v’la comme au d (c)but
Mais l, pas d’imprudence,
Je serre comme un malade;
Tout se passe pour le mieux,
C'(c)tait d’la rigolade !
Ca y est, j’go"te au bonheur
Je regarde les sapins
Mais mon ski gauche -malheur-
Vient croiser son voisinЂ¦
Je vous passe les d (c)tails,
Toujours le mЄme topo,
Je renfourche le barda
Et repars l’assaut
Je siffle un air canaille
Pour faire le mec bien cool
Jusqu' c’que devant moi
Un petit con s'(c)croule.
D’abord je me marre bien
Mais lui reste plant© l,
«Vas-y d (c)gage, gamin ! «Et vlan ! Ca rate pasЂ¦
Une dernire tentative
Avant la fermeture
J’ai tenu 300 mtres,
Ca y est j’ai fait l’plus dur !
C’est bon je crois qu’j’arrive
J’aper§ ois le sommet
Franchement je dois l’admettre,
J’ai envie de pleurerЂ¦
Mes lvres humides embrassent
La perche toute gel (c)e;
Je reste coll©, h (c)las:
Je r’pars dans la vall (c)e !!!
Lyrics translation
After two hours of queue
By minus 24 degr (c)s,
I just caught a cold.,
I have gel toes (c) s;
I'm going as far as I can
'Cause it's me soon,
Green button lights up:
That's it. I don't have a choice anymore.
A guy hands me a pole
Who also flies;
Oh ! No ! Rat©, the right,
I'm going back to z (c) roЂ¦
Buttfuck, buttfuck, you're giving me stress,
Buttplug, buttplug, from Tignes Super Besse,
Buttfuck, buttfuck, what torture of SS
Buttfuck, buttfuck, I'm launching an SOS !
My turn is finally back:
Eleven is not too soon.
I'm clinging to the bazaar,
The shock breaks my kidneys,
Luxe me a testicle
And the thing, without shouting station,
Stops and then steps back;
I am d (c)S (c)quilibr© and V'l the deuxime layer.
The shot makes me waltz,
I've got snow all over my mouthђ¦
I try my luck again,
I'm not losing myself.
After four hours of queue,
Me v'la as in d (C) purpose
But l, no recklessness,
I squeeze like a sick man;
Everything happens for the better,
It was fun !
That's it, J'go'te au bonheur
I look at the fir trees
But my left ski-misfortune-
Come meet his neighborђ¦
I pass you the D (C) tails,
Always the same topo,
I'm ramping up the barda.
And again the assault
I Whistle a scoundrel
To make the guy cool
Until before me
A little con s ' (c)croule.
First I'm having fun
But he remains plant,
"Go d (C) gage, kid ! "And vlan ! It rates pasЂ¦
One last attempt
Before closing
I held 300 meters,
I did the hardest !
It's Okay I think I'm coming
I see the summit
Frankly I have to admit it,
I want to cryђ¦
My wet lvres kiss
The perch all gel (c) e;
I remain coll©, H (C) las:
I'm going to vall (c)e !!!