Paroles et traduction Erk - Safety Third

Safety Third

Vakna upp till snöstorm, hoppas bootsen torkat
Borde skotta plogvallen, vi glor på klockan
Kanske morgonpromenad, vet att toka orkar
Sen de 100p fokus torpa
Backen öppnar 09 tar me no-board lägger first track
Pow surf hela förmiddan för skrrrkäp (yeebuddy)
Flamin hot cheese smulor hela fickan
Skyll på tuven bakis lura oss o dricka
Byt bräda one foot-skråar över dalen
Kungs stängd sippar kaffetår hos malin (folkes)
Sprick molnen upp ordna sig nog dagen
Nalta lämmen gårdagens session gav en
Flög plötsligt upp en ripa
Trötta satt o fika
Viska till oss något om de deepa
Vi ba fan nån måst ju driva
Ripan sa exakt, platsen ni ska far o drop in på är drivan
Om ni int rädda för de steepa
Enda haken ba transceivern gitt va inställd på o seeka (hmm)
Vi ba fuck it börja glida
Sneaky rats utan liftkort i fickan lånat senorita
Sammanfattningvis skitsamm safety third (yea)
Prio ett shredda pow hitta ej förstört (mhm)
Jordsmak bjuden svampar utav ripan
Oklart hur'en dansar efter pipan
13:37 men snap o batterier
O for knappast hit för rappel me mobilen (nä)
Följer efter, snöskorna gilla lodrätt (verts)
Vinterdräkten kamouflerar hon otroligt (brr)
Blurriga konturer lura oss som filter
Kan bli snöblind utav uv-ljus på vintern
Litar på vår nya kompis, yr o konstig
4:20 vem kolla stuga, y-r, nånting (d den)
Plötsligt framme vi spot i rymd
Knottrig jacka full av snö va loppisfynd
Orka filma, droppar in (drooop)
Klart att d blev plockepinn
Hannes bindning tjorva
Ja låg upp o ner va ingen tomba
Ripan flög iväg, vinden mojna
Mitt i sax fastna limbohållna
Ganska dumt men standard
Punkt slut, inget ångrat
Fingrar domna
Mörkret fall o man vill ba somna
Mjölksyra, ser himlen storma
Sitter fast är ju spindelfångad
Scannar runt efter sankt bernards-hund
Varm filt o konjak
Hör värmen, känner temp stiger
Obra men solklart va som hänt livet
Korten hemliga som vändtior
Skämtar me varandra fan man
Vi borde tagit längdskidor
Nedkylda under hängdrivan
Zona ut totalt, squad missa kolla hemsidan
Va lavinfara gonza-ra, hoppas vars ska vi far
Har nån torpar-bar me den skivan
Blinkar glada minnen inni locken
Vidgade pupiller, svalt i kroppen
Baki klippan vinka hoppet
Enligt wiki heter likstelhet på grekisk
O latin typ rigor mortis

Safety Third

Wake up to a blizzard, hope the boots have dried
Should shovel the driveway, we stare at the clock
Maybe a morning walk, know the crazy girl can handle it
After those 100p focus Torpa
The slope opens at 09, taking my no-board, laying first track
Pow surf all morning for skrrr garbage (yeebuddy)
Flamin' Hot Cheetos crumbs all over my pocket
Blame the hangover, trick us into drinking
Change board, one-footing across the valley
King's closed, sipping coffee at Malin's (folks)
The clouds break, the day will probably work out
A little bit hungover, yesterday's session gave one
Suddenly a ptarmigan flew up
Tired, sat drinking coffee
Whispered to us something about the deep stuff
We were like, damn, someone has to be kidding
The ptarmigan said exactly, "The place you should go and drop in on is the drift"
If you're not afraid of the steep stuff
The only catch is that the transceiver must be set to search (hmm)
We were like, fuck it, start sliding
Sneaky rats without lift tickets in our pockets, borrowed senorita
In summary, whatever, safety third (yea)
Priority one: shred pow, find untouched (mhm)
Earthy taste, offered mushrooms by the ptarmigan
Unclear how one dances after the pipe
13:37 but snaps and batteries
And hardly came here to rappel with my phone (nah)
Following her, snowshoes like vertical (verts)
Winter suit camouflages her incredibly (brr)
Blurry contours trick us like filters
Can get snowblind from UV light in winter
Trusting our new friend, strange and bizarre
4:20 who checks the cabin, y-r, something (d den)
Suddenly we arrive at a spot in space
Bumpy jacket full of snow was a thrift store find
Can't be bothered to film, dropping in (drooop)
Of course it became a yard sale
Hannes' binding messed up
I was lying upside down, wasn't a tomahawk
The ptarmigan flew away, the wind died down
Stuck in a sax, limbo held
Pretty stupid but standard
Period, no regrets
Fingers numb
Darkness falls and you just want to sleep
Lactic acid, see the sky storm
Stuck, like caught in a spiderweb
Scanning around for a Saint Bernard dog
Warm blanket and cognac
Hear the warmth, feel the temperature rising
Bad, but perfectly clear what happened to life
The cards are secret like face-down tens
Joking with each other, damn man
We should have taken cross-country skis
Hypothermic under the cornice
Zone out completely, squad missed checking the website
There was avalanche danger gonza-ra, hope, where are we going
Does anyone have Torpar-bar with that record
Flashing happy memories inside the eyelid
Dilated pupils, cold in the body
Behind the cliff, hope waves
According to Wikipedia, rigor mortis is called in Greek
And Latin something like rigor mortis