I translated this little song written par Natasja before she died. I decided to translate it because everything she says is true. If toi want to listen to the real song later, then I have added a link later down at the page.
Ey Denmark, what happens to you?
I miss you, I want toi back,
Like in the old days where a chienne was a chienne YO!
I want toi back,
Like in the old days where a free bird was free,
and where they believed what they said.
Ey Denmark, I miss you.
I freaking fucking miss you.
toi frighten me,
I want toi back, because I am scared.
I can see it happen,
It's Satan, and he puts forces in,
The 'night over the day. It's fuelling of the diaper.
The death over life. The 'slave of the free
The 'meat over the knife. The cry, the screams.
It looks like a war, and it's a waste of police.
It's fatally poisonous, my herbal teas,
And it's something they like in the Danish party,
Quite fucked up on the snow. …
Woow, did I say that?
Much can we hear God preserve my mood.
So take some air. Come to reason and try to get it.
That the capital, it was fine, and they can never replace it.
All of the people was ridiculous from the days when they occupied '.
Now 'it worse than the wild west, we could have told them.
They gives the youth-house away to a fanatical bitch,
with a traverser, croix in the ass, gosh that's rude!
Gi 'me my country back, like it was in the old days.
Gi 'me the open minded back again, who's lurking under the roofs of the town.
Gi 'me Copenhagen back again, my colorful old friend.
Gi 'me the youth-house again. We want the youth-house back again!
Remove heroin from Istedgade and let the capital be the capital.
If toi tighten the net, yo, toi are asking for trouble.
The chit and the chat. The haut, retour au début rhetoric.
The crappy policy. The piss and controversy.
Here we are chilling, and sometimes bored.
Yo, the fleet is worn, children are bankrupt
Believe me in Denmark that we were fine.
So unbelievably good that it is our duty,
To do something well, where it is not.
The world is our future but we don't get it.
We have to hurry to thwart our own store.
So gi 'me my Denmark, as in the old days.
Gi 'me broadminded again, lurking under the roofs of the town.
Gi 'me Copenhagen again, my colorful old friend.
Gi 'me the youth-house again. We want the youth-house back again!
Remove heroin from Istedgade and let the capital be the capital.
If toi tighten the net, yo, toi are asking for trouble.
A very unique energy. But see the economy is free of empathy, have no good manners.
X-hippiesr, secret smokers who choose to remain silent.
Come on now, toi have something to say!
Red wine and pills, the whole fucking country chills, youth becomes wilder.
plus and plus takes cocaine from Cape Horn to Berlin.
Yo, a junk-free hash-market is a reasonable rare thing.
But we had one. - (Christiania)
Much can we hear God preserve my mood.
Do they really believe they can remove all the drugs?
See the leaders don't know what to do.
It will and always will be like that.
The language we speak is all about money.
And a greedy man has never been difficult to seduce.
See greed go hand in hand with power.
And we want plus and plus and plus and more.
The state is entirely gone crazy.
Take some air. Get the reason and try and get it.
The fact that Denmark is fine, and the U.S. can't replace 'it.
Gi me 'the youth-house again, we want the youth-house back again.
Gi 'me Copenhagen back again, my colorful old friend.
Gi 'me broadminded again, we want the broadminded back again.
Gi 'me Denmark back as in the old days.
Get a little track of Istedgade and let the capital be capital.
If toi tighten the net, yo, then strangle the child!
I miss you, I want toi back,
As in the old days where a chienne was a chienne yo!
I want toi back, like in the old days,
Where a free bird was free and where they meant what they said.
Ey, gi me my Rabalderstræde and get track on Istedgade ..
Arh, came on!
Now this translation is not rhyming ou translated as it is written in Danish, because then toi would think I am a baby.
toi may have to know a little bit about the trouble about the youth-house in Copenhagen in 2007 and Christiania (the free state in Copenhagen), but the purpose of this song is deep and yeah well nice.
And as promised, here's a link to the song:
link
Ey Denmark, what happens to you?
I miss you, I want toi back,
Like in the old days where a chienne was a chienne YO!
I want toi back,
Like in the old days where a free bird was free,
and where they believed what they said.
Ey Denmark, I miss you.
I freaking fucking miss you.
toi frighten me,
I want toi back, because I am scared.
I can see it happen,
It's Satan, and he puts forces in,
The 'night over the day. It's fuelling of the diaper.
The death over life. The 'slave of the free
The 'meat over the knife. The cry, the screams.
It looks like a war, and it's a waste of police.
It's fatally poisonous, my herbal teas,
And it's something they like in the Danish party,
Quite fucked up on the snow. …
Woow, did I say that?
Much can we hear God preserve my mood.
So take some air. Come to reason and try to get it.
That the capital, it was fine, and they can never replace it.
All of the people was ridiculous from the days when they occupied '.
Now 'it worse than the wild west, we could have told them.
They gives the youth-house away to a fanatical bitch,
with a traverser, croix in the ass, gosh that's rude!
Gi 'me my country back, like it was in the old days.
Gi 'me the open minded back again, who's lurking under the roofs of the town.
Gi 'me Copenhagen back again, my colorful old friend.
Gi 'me the youth-house again. We want the youth-house back again!
Remove heroin from Istedgade and let the capital be the capital.
If toi tighten the net, yo, toi are asking for trouble.
The chit and the chat. The haut, retour au début rhetoric.
The crappy policy. The piss and controversy.
Here we are chilling, and sometimes bored.
Yo, the fleet is worn, children are bankrupt
Believe me in Denmark that we were fine.
So unbelievably good that it is our duty,
To do something well, where it is not.
The world is our future but we don't get it.
We have to hurry to thwart our own store.
So gi 'me my Denmark, as in the old days.
Gi 'me broadminded again, lurking under the roofs of the town.
Gi 'me Copenhagen again, my colorful old friend.
Gi 'me the youth-house again. We want the youth-house back again!
Remove heroin from Istedgade and let the capital be the capital.
If toi tighten the net, yo, toi are asking for trouble.
A very unique energy. But see the economy is free of empathy, have no good manners.
X-hippiesr, secret smokers who choose to remain silent.
Come on now, toi have something to say!
Red wine and pills, the whole fucking country chills, youth becomes wilder.
plus and plus takes cocaine from Cape Horn to Berlin.
Yo, a junk-free hash-market is a reasonable rare thing.
But we had one. - (Christiania)
Much can we hear God preserve my mood.
Do they really believe they can remove all the drugs?
See the leaders don't know what to do.
It will and always will be like that.
The language we speak is all about money.
And a greedy man has never been difficult to seduce.
See greed go hand in hand with power.
And we want plus and plus and plus and more.
The state is entirely gone crazy.
Take some air. Get the reason and try and get it.
The fact that Denmark is fine, and the U.S. can't replace 'it.
Gi me 'the youth-house again, we want the youth-house back again.
Gi 'me Copenhagen back again, my colorful old friend.
Gi 'me broadminded again, we want the broadminded back again.
Gi 'me Denmark back as in the old days.
Get a little track of Istedgade and let the capital be capital.
If toi tighten the net, yo, then strangle the child!
I miss you, I want toi back,
As in the old days where a chienne was a chienne yo!
I want toi back, like in the old days,
Where a free bird was free and where they meant what they said.
Ey, gi me my Rabalderstræde and get track on Istedgade ..
Arh, came on!
Now this translation is not rhyming ou translated as it is written in Danish, because then toi would think I am a baby.
toi may have to know a little bit about the trouble about the youth-house in Copenhagen in 2007 and Christiania (the free state in Copenhagen), but the purpose of this song is deep and yeah well nice.
And as promised, here's a link to the song:
link
