Paroles et traduction Stereo Luchs - Off Season

Off Season

Hundert Rösser, Modus Sport
Abe uf de Charte i ihrem schwarze Golf
Bis d'Strass am Wasser stoppt
Himmel milchig, Sunne truckt
Felder ziehnd verbi, Fenster halbe off
Benson Pack isch voll
Zigis und Soda, San Pellegrino
Sie stürt im Overall, ihri Nägel Rot
Ihre Gürtel Moschino
Ich DJ, mir trucked, trucked, trucked
Jerry Garcia
Verbi a Fabrike, zerschlagni Schibe
Früehner besseri Ziite
Min Sitz hine, Füess dobe, gits besseri Ziite?
Ihre Blick füre, mir rolled, ewigi Piste
Ohni Wort uf de Schnellstrass
AC uf 20Grad, AC uf 20Grad
Off Season
Boxestopp ime Motel, Abstiigi
Plastikstüehl ufem Vorplatz
Ich mach Barkeeper
Alti Stories im Schatte
Ihres Lache no s'gliche
Nacher Spielsalon, Dorfdisco, Schlagsiite
Schnitt, d'Hitz weckt eus unter de wisse
Liintüecher
Brummschädel
Mis Hirn schreit nach riesigem Iisbütel
Surrende Frigo mit nüt drin
Chum fahremer wiiter
Känne das Gsicht, Kafi mues ane
Fahremer wiiter
Ibu 400 zum Doppio, gits besseri Ziite?
Ihre Blick füre, mir rolled, ewigi Piste
Ohni Wort uf de Schnellstrass
AC uf 20 Grad, AC uf 20 Grad
Off Season
AC uf 20 Grad
AC uf 20 Grad
Wie früehner wirds nie meh
Aber alles guet
Wie früehner wirds nie meh
Aber alles guet

Off Season

Hundred horses, sport mode
Down on the track in their black Golf
Until the road ends at the water's edge
The sky is milky, the sun is hazy
Fields pass us by, windows half open
The Benson pack is full
Cigarettes and soda, San Pellegrino
She's rocking a jumpsuit, her nails are red
Her belt is Moschino
I'm the DJ, we roll, roll, roll
Jerry Garcia
Factories and broken windows pass us by
Things used to be better
My seat reclined, my feet up, could things be better?
Your gaze upon me as we drive, endless highway
Without words on the highway
AC set to 20 degrees, AC set to 20 degrees
Off Season
Pit stop at a motel, we get out
Plastic chairs on the forecourt
I play bartender
Old stories in the shade
Your laughter still the same
Then the arcade, the village disco, swaying
Cut, the heat wakes us under the sheets
Towels
Hangovers
My brain screams for a giant ice pack
A humming fridge with nothing inside
Come on, let's keep driving
I recognize this face, I need coffee
Let's keep driving
Ibu 400 with a double espresso, could it get any better?
Your gaze upon me as we drive, endless highway
Without words on the highway
AC set to 20 degrees, AC set to 20 degrees
Off Season
AC set to 20 degrees
AC set to 20 degrees
It'll never be like it used to be
But it's all good
It'll never be like it used to be
But it's all good