Текст и перевод песни Natasja - Gi' Mig Danmark Tilbage

Gi' Mig Danmark Tilbage

Ey danmark, hvad sker der for dig?
Jeg savner dig, jeg vil ha′ dig tilbage,
Ligesom i de gamle dage hvor en spa'e 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 f*cking savner dig.
Du skræmmer mig,
Jeg vil ha dig tilbage, for jeg græmmer mig.
Jeg kan se det ske, det' ak det′ ve.
Det′ Satan og han lægger kræfterne i,
Det' nat over dag. Det′ bæ over ble.
Det' død over liv. Det′ træl over fri
Det' kød på kniv. Det′ råb, det' skrig.
Det ligner en krig, og det' spild af politi.
Det′ dødeligt giftigt, min urtete,
Og det′ noget de kan li' i det danske parti,
Helt f*cked up på sne. ...
Woow, sagde jeg det?
Meget skal man høre, Gud bevare mit humør.
Så ta′ lidt luft. Kom til fornuft, og prøv 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 værre end det vilde vest, det ku′ vi ha' fortalt dem.
Så gir de ungdomshuset væk til en fanatisk sæk,
Med et kors i røven, hvor er det frækt.
Gi' mig mit land tilbage, ligesom i de gamle dage.
Gi′ mig frisindet igen, der lurer under byens tage.
Gi′ mig København igen, min farverige gamle ven.
Gi' mig ungeren igen. Vi vil ha ungeren igen!
Fjern heroin fra Istedgade og la′ Staden være staden.
Hvis du strammer garnet, yo, så be'r du om ballade.
Det′ snak, det' snik. Det′ top retorik.
Det' ik politik. Det pis og polemik.
Her kører det fedt, så vi keder os lidt.
Vi har indsigt, hvad med et U-lands kick.
Yo, flåden er slidt, børn er fallit
Tro mig i Danmark der har vi det fint.
Så ufatteligt godt at det er vores pligt,
At gøre 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.
Så gi′ mig Danmark tilbage, ligesom i de gamle dage.
Gi′ mig frisindet igen, der lurer under byens tage.
Gi' mig København igen, min farverige gamle ven.
Gi′ mig ungeren igen. Vi vil ha ungeren igen!
Fjern heroin fra Istedgade og lad Staden være staden.
Hvis du strammer garnet, yo, så be'r du om ballade. Ey!
En helt unik energi.
Men se økonomi er ganske fri for empati, har ingen pli.
Ekshippier, skabsrygere der vælger at tie.
Kom nu i gang i har vidst noget i skal sige.
Rødvin og piller, hele f*cking landet chiller, ungdommen bli′r vildere.
Flere og flere sniffer sniffer kokain fra Cap Horn til Berlin.
Yo, et junkfrit røgmarked er en rimelig sjælden ting.
Men vi havde et.
Meget skal man høre, Gud bevare mit humør.
Tror de selv at de kan lægge byen tør?
Se toppen fatter ik' en dør af hvad de gør.
Sådan vil det være, sådan har det altid været før. Ey!
Det sprog vi taler hedder kroner og ører.
Og en grådig mand har aldrig været svær at forføre.
Se grådighed går hånd i hånd med magt.
Og større vil ha større, mere vil ha mere.
Staten er jo helt op′ og køre.
Ta' lidt luft. Kom det fornuft og prøv 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 København igen, min farverige gamle ven.
Gi' mig frisindet igen, vi vil ha frisindet igen.
Gi′ mig Danmark tilbage ligesom i de gamle dage.
Få lidt styr på Istedgade og la' Staden være staden.
Hvis du strammer garnet, yo, så kvæler du jo barnet.
Jeg savner dig jeg vil ha′ dig tilbage,
Ligesom i de gamle dage hvor en spa'e 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 Rabalderstræde og få styr på Istedgade.
Arh, kom nu for fanden!

Give Me Denmark Back

Hey Denmark, what's happening to you?
I miss you, I want you back,
Like in the old days when a spade was a spade. YO!
I want you back,
Like in the old days when a free bird was free,
And where you meant what you said.
Hey Denmark, I miss you.
I freaking f*cking miss you.
You scare me,
I want you back, because I'm grieving.
I can see it happening, oh the woe.
It's Satan and he's putting his power into it,
It's night over day. It's bear over diaper.
It's death over life. It's slave over free
It's meat on a knife. It's screams, it's cries.
It looks like a war, and it's a waste of police.
It's deadly poison, my herbal tea,
And it's something they like in the Danish party,
Totally f*cked up on snow. ...
Woow, did I say that?
You hear a lot, God preserve my humor.
So take a breath. Come to your senses, and try to understand.
That the City was fine, and they will never be able to replace it.
The whole nation became a laughing stock from the day they occupied it.
Now it's worse than the Wild West, we could have told them.
So they give the youth house away to a fanatic sack,
With a cross up his ass, how rude.
Give me my country back, like in the old days.
Give me the open-mindedness again, that lurks under the city's roofs.
Give me Copenhagen back, my colorful old friend.
Give me the youth house back. We want the youth house back!
Remove heroin from Istedgade and let the City be the city.
If you tighten the net, yo, you're asking for trouble.
It's talk, it's gossip. It's top rhetoric.
It's not politics. It's bullshit and polemics.
Here things are going well, so we're a little bored.
We have insight, how about a developing country kick.
Yo, the fleet is worn out, children are bankrupt
Believe me, in Denmark we're doing fine.
So unbelievably good that it's our duty,
To do something good, where it's bad
The world is our future but we don't get it.
We're too busy screwing up our own shop.
So give me Denmark back, like in the old days.
Give me the open-mindedness again, that lurks under the city's roofs.
Give me Copenhagen back, my colorful old friend.
Give me the youth house back. We want the youth house back!
Remove heroin from Istedgade and let the City be the city.
If you tighten the net, yo, you're asking for trouble. Hey!
A totally unique energy.
But look, the economy is completely devoid of empathy, has no manners.
Ex-hippies, closet smokers who choose to be silent.
Come on, you've known something you have to say.
Red wine and pills, the whole f*cking country is chilling, the youth is getting wilder.
More and more are sniffing sniffing cocaine from Cape Horn to Berlin.
Yo, a drug-free smoke market is a pretty rare thing.
But we had one.
You hear a lot, God preserve my humor.
Do they think they can dry up the city?
See, the top doesn't understand a thing about what they're doing.
That's how it will be, that's how it's always been before. Hey!
The language we speak is called kroner and øre.
And a greedy man has never been hard to seduce.
See, greed goes hand in hand with power.
And bigger wants bigger, more wants more.
The state is completely off the rails.
Take a breath. Come to your senses and try to understand.
That Denmark is doing fine, and the USA can't replace it.
Give me the youth house back, we want the youth house back.
Give me Copenhagen back, my colorful old friend.
Give me the open-mindedness back, we want the open-mindedness back.
Give me Denmark back like in the old days.
Get some control over Istedgade and let the City be the city.
If you tighten the net, yo, you're strangling the child.
I miss you, I want you back,
Like in the old days when a spade was a spade. yo!
I want you back like in the old days,
Where a free bird was free and where you meant what you said.
Hey, give me my Rabalderstræde and get some control over Istedgade.
Arh, come on, for God's sake!