Natasja — Gi' mig Danmark tilbage song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Gi' mig Danmark tilbage" by Natasja.
Lyrics
Ey danmark, hvad sker der for dig?
Jeg savner dig, jeg vil ha dig tilbage,
ligesom i de gamle dage hvor en spae var en s. YO!
Jeg vil ha dig tilbage,
ligesom i de gamle dage hvor en fri fugl var fri,
og hvor man mente hvad man sae.
Ey Danmark, jeg savner dig.
Jeg freaking fucking savner dig.
Du skrmmer mig,
jeg vil ha dig tilbage, for jeg grmmer mig.
Jeg kan se det ske, det ak det ve.
Det Satan og han lgger krfterne i,
Det nat over dag. Det b over ble.
Det dd over liv. Det trl over fri
Det kd p kniv. Det rb, det skrig.
Det ligner en krig, og det spild af politi.
Det ddeligt giftigt, min urtete,
Og det noget de kan li i det danske parti,
Helt fucked up p sne.
Woow, sagde jeg det?
Meget skal man hre, Gud bevare mit humr.
S ta lidt luft. Kom til fornuft, og prv og fat det.
At Staden den var fin, og de vil aldrig ku erstat den.
Hele folket blev til grin fra den dag da de besat den.
Nu det vrre end det vilde vest, det ku vi ha fortalt dem.
S gir de ungdomshuset vk til en fanatisk sk,
med et kors i rven, hvor er det frkt.
Gi mig mit land tilbage, ligesom i de gamle dage.
Gi mig frisindet igen, der lurer under byens tage.
Gi mig Kbenhavn igen, min farverige gamle ven.
Gi mig ungeren igen. Vi vil ha ungeren igen!
Fjern heroin fra Istedgade og la Staden vre staden.
Hvis du stammer garnet, yo, s ber du om ballade.
Det snak, det snik. Det top retorik.
Det ik politik. Det pis og polemik.
Her krer det fedt, s vi keder os lidt.
Vi har indsigt, hvad med et U-lands kick.
Yo, flden er slidt, brn er fallit
Tro mig i Danmark der var vi det fint.
S ufatteligt godt at det er vores pligt,
At gre noget godt, der hvor det skidt
Verden er vor fremtid men vi fatter det ik.
Vi har for travlt med at forpurre vores egen butik.
S gi mig mit Danmark tilbage, ligesom i de gamle dage.
Gi mig frisindet igen, der lurer under byens tage.
Gi mig Kbenhavn igen, min farverige gamle ven.
Gi mig ungeren igen. Vi vil ha ungeren igen!
Fjern heroin fra Istedgade og lad Staden vre staden.
Hvis du strammer garnet, yo, s ber du om ballade.
En helt unik energi. Men se konomi er ganske fri for empati, har ingen pli.
Ekshippier, skabsrygere der vlger at tie.
Kom nu i gang i har vidst noget i skal sige.
Rdvin og piller, hele fucking landet chiller, ungdommen blir vildere.
Flere og flere sniffer sniffer kokain fra Cap Horn til Berlin.
Yo, et junkfrit rgmarked er en rimelig sjlden ting.
Men vi havde et.
Meget skal man hre, Gud bevare mit humr.
Tror de selv at de kan lgge byen tr?
Se toppen fatter ik en dr af hvad de gr.
Sdan vil det vre, sdan har det altid vret fr.
Det sprog vi taler hedder kroner og rer.
Og en grdig mand har aldrig vret svr at forfre.
Se grdighed gr hnd i hnd med magt.
Og strre vil ha strre, mere vil ha mere.
Staten er jo helt op og kre.
Ta lidt luft. Kom det fornuft og prv og fat det.
At Danmark har det fint, og USA ka ik erstat det.
Gi mig ungeren igen, vi vil ha ungeren igen.
Gi mig Kbenhavn igen, min farverige gamle ven.
Gi mig frisindet igen, vi vil ha frisindet igen.
Gi mig Danmark tilbage ligesom i de gamle dage.
F lidt styr p Istedgade og la Staden vre staden.
Hvis du strammer garnet, yo, s kvler du jo barnet.
Jeg savner dig jeg vil ha dig tilbage,
Ligesom i de gamle dage hvor en spae var en s. yo!
Jeg vil ha dig tilbage ligesom i de gamle dage,
Hvor en fri fugl var fri og hvor man mente hvad man sagde.
Ey, gi mig mit Rabalderstrde og f styr p Istedgade.
Arh, kom nu for fanden!
Lyrics translation
Ey Denmark, what's happening to you?
I miss you, I want you back,
just like in the old days when a spae was an s. YO!
I want you back,
just like in the old days when a free bird was free,
and where you meant what you saw.
Ey Denmark, I miss you.
I freaking fucking miss you.
You're scaring me,
I want you back, ' cause I'm hurting myself.
I can see it happening, it alas it woe.
That's what Satan and he are doing,
It night by day. It b over diaper.
It dd over life. It's trl over free
That's a knife. That rb, that scream.
It looks like a war, and it's a waste of police.
It's incredibly toxic, my herbal tea,
And that something they like in the Danish party,
Totally fucked up P snow.
Woow, did I say that?
Much must be heard, God Save My humr.
S take some air. Come to your senses and try and get it.
That the city was fine, and they will never be able to replace it.
The whole people became a laughing stock from the day they occupied it.
Now it's worse than the Wild West, we could have told them.
S gir de ungdomshuset vk to a fanatical sk,
with a cross in the rven, where is it frkt.
Give me back my country, just like old times.
Let me be free again, lurking under the roofs of the city.
Give me Copenhagen again, my colorful old friend.
Give me the kid again. We want the kid again!
Remove heroin from Istedgade and la Staden vre staden.
If you're pulling the yarn, yo, you're asking for trouble.
That talk, that talk. The top rhetoric.
It's not politics. That bullshit.
This is a great place to get bored.
We have insight, how about a U-country kick.
Yo, the float's worn out, brn's broke
Believe me in Denmark there we were fine.
S incredibly good that it is our duty,
Doing something good where it's bad
The world is our future, but we don't get it.
We're too busy thwarting our own store.
S give me my Denmark back, just like in the old days.
Let me be free again, lurking under the roofs of the city.
Give me Copenhagen again, my colorful old friend.
Give me the kid again. We want the kid again!
Remove heroin from Istedgade and let the city be the city.
If you tighten the yarn, yo, you're asking for trouble.
A truly unique energy. But se konomi is quite free of empathy, has no pli.
Ekshippier, cabinet smokers who choose to remain silent.
Come on, you've known something to say.
Rdvin and pills, the whole fucking country chiller, The youth is getting wilder.
More and more sniffs are sniffing cocaine from Cap Horn to Berlin.
Yo, a junk free rgmarket is a fair sjlden thing.
But we had one.
Much must be heard, God Save My humr.
Do you think you can buy the city?
See the top don't get a dr of what they do.
That's how it will be, that's how it's always been fr.
The language we speak is called crowns and rer.
And a greedy man has never been svr to seduce.
See the glory of the hnd in the hnd with power.
And strre wants strre, more wants more.
The state is up and running.
Take some air. Come on, make sense and try and get it.
That Denmark is fine, and USA can not replace it.
Give me the kid again, we want the kid again.
Give me Copenhagen again, my colorful old friend.
Let me be free again. we want free again.
Give me Denmark back just like the old days.
F A little control on Istedgade and la Staden vre staden.
If you tighten the yarn, yo, you'll hurt the baby.
I miss you I want you back,
Just like in the old days when a spae was an s. yo!
I want you back just like old times,
Where a free bird was free and where you meant what you said.
Ey, give me my Rabalderstrde and F control on Istedgade.
Oh, come on, Damn it!