Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hold Igen, artist - Balstyrko. Album song Jagten Paa Noget, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 02.03.2009
Record label: Fake Diamond
Song language: Danish
Hold Igen(original) |
Hold dig hen |
Hold igen |
Hold dig hen |
Hvis du slipper nu bliver vi som dem |
Ikke til at kende igen |
Hvor er vi henne og hvordan skal det ende |
Hvad skal jeg kæmpe med, hvem er min fjende |
Giv mig en flugtvej, nem at betjene |
Som en hund stikker halen mellem ben |
Lille struds altid med på noget fusk |
Skyller Sortedammen ned med en sjus |
Vasker fingrene rene for smuds |
Og danser rundt, rundt, rundt, rundt, rundt |
Danser rundt om den brændende busk |
Kan aldrig aldrig være alene med dem |
Vender tilbage og hører kun en stemme |
Tager imod ordrer hun hellere vil glemme |
Kvæl en kylling, slå din hjerne ihjel |
Leger rundt i det nedtrådte græs |
Finder venner der ikke tør slås |
Spidser tænder, slår neglene ud |
Dem du kender kommer snart til at tude |
Svinger rundt, rundt, rundt, rundt |
Svinger rundt indtil asfalt gør ondt |
Hold dig hen |
Hold igen |
Hold dig hen |
Hvis du slipper nu bli’r vi som dem |
Ikke til at kende igen |
Søerne så hvor du smed hende ned |
Da du slog og du sparkede fornuften af led |
Vinger de flyver de rene herfra |
Mens vi andre må vandre med rynkede ar |
Søerne så hvor du smed hende ned |
Da du slog og du sparkede fornuften af led |
Vinger de flyver de rene herfra |
Mens vi andre må vandre med rynkede ar |
(translation) |
Stay tuned |
Hold on |
Stay tuned |
If you let go now, we will be like them |
Not to be recognized again |
Where are we and how will it end |
What should I struggle with, who is my enemy |
Give me an escape route, easy to operate |
Like a dog, its tail sticks between its legs |
Little ostriches always join in on some cheating |
Rinse the Black Pond down with a sieve |
Wash your fingers clean of dirt |
And dancing around, around, around, around, around |
Dancing around the burning bush |
Can never never be alone with them |
Returns and hears only one voice |
Accepts orders she would rather forget |
Suffocate a chicken, kill your brain |
Playing around in the trampled grass |
Finds friends who dare not fight |
Pointing teeth, knocking nails out |
Those you know will soon be tooting |
Swings around, around, around, around |
Swings around until asphalt hurts |
Stay tuned |
Hold on |
Stay tuned |
If you let go now, we will be like them |
Not to be recognized again |
The lakes saw where you threw her down |
When you hit and you kicked the mind off joints |
Wings they fly they clean from here |
While the rest of us have to walk with wrinkled scars |
The lakes saw where you threw her down |
When you hit and you kicked the mind off joints |
Wings they fly they clean from here |
While the rest of us have to walk with wrinkled scars |