Kiemsa — Orange Duck song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Orange Duck" by Kiemsa.
Lyrics
En plein âge de bière, il court les rues de travers
Bien assoiffé, jamais à sec, bien entamé, il pue du bec
Commence sa grande tournée, pour accroupir du jeunot
Soigne son pedigree et sort la fraîche du manteau
Il allonge, il arrose, foi d´éponge, une cirrhose
Il prolonge, il propose, jusqu´a l´aube toutes les doses
Paie son premier verre, sourire en coin c´est offert
Pour finir sa carrière, car c´est son dernier
Le Triomphe d´Orange Duck (x 2)
Le roi des crevards, dixit le patron du bar
Non ! Non ! Non ! Roi des crevards !
Non ! Non ! Non ! Qui pour le croire?
Non ! Non ! Non ! C´est ce qu´on va voir
T´es bien trop sûr de toi
Tu ne sais pas qui tu fais boire
Orange Duck fut surpris
Sa puissante anesthésie est inefficace
L´autre toujours de glace
Les rôles s´inversèrent, la victime devint. Tortionnaire
Il allonge, il arrose, foi d´éponge, une cirrhose
Il prolonge, il propose, jusqu´à l´aube toutes les doses
Commence à voir trouble, mais Orange Duck lève le coude
Pour finir sa carrière, car c´est son dernier
Le Triomphe d´Orange Duck (x 2)
Le roi des crevards, dixit le patron du bar
Cultiver des poivrots, demande un sacré goulot
Orange Duck le crevard, se fait torcher comme un chiard
L´ordure des bitures, Ethylie plate couture
Sa viande saoule au parquet, le successeur au taquet !
Le Triomphe d´Orange Duck (x 2)
Le roi des crevards, dixit le patron du bar
Non ! Non ! Non ! Roi des crevards !
Non ! Non ! Non ! A crevé ce soir
Comme un gros plein de pinard, gerbé sa dernière histoire
Enterré sous un bar, pour achever son devoir
Lyrics translation
In the middle of a beer age, he runs the streets crosswise
Well thirsty, never dry, well started, it stinks of the beak
Begins his big tour, to squat the young man
Heal his pedigree and take the cool out of the coat
It lengthens, it sprinkles, faith depots, a cirrhosis
It prolongs, it proposes, until theube all the doses
Pay your first drink, smile in the corner is offered
To end his career, because this is his last
The triumph dOrange Duck (X 2)
The king of crevards, says the boss of the bar
No ! No ! No ! King of crevards !
No ! No ! No ! Who to believe?
No ! No ! No ! That's what you're gonna see
You're too sure of yourself
You don't know who you're drinking
Orange Duck was surprised
Its powerful anesthesia is ineffective
The other always ice
Roles sinverted, the victim became. Torturer
It lengthens, it sprinkles, faith depots, a cirrhosis
It prolongs, it proposes, until theube all doses
Begins to see trouble, but Orange Duck raises the elbow
To end his career, because this is his last
The triumph dOrange Duck (X 2)
The king of crevards, says the boss of the bar
Growing peppers, requires a sacred neck
Orange Duck the crevard, gets torched like a duck
Lordure des bitures, Ethylie flat couture
His meat is drunk on the floor, the successor on the cleat !
The triumph dOrange Duck (X 2)
The king of crevards, says the boss of the bar
No ! No ! No ! King of crevards !
No ! No ! No ! Punctured tonight
Like a big one full of pinard, gerbé his last story
Buried under a bar, to complete his duty