Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mandag D. 7. Juni , by - Nik & Jay. Release date: 31.12.2010
Song language: Danish
Mandag D. 7. Juni(original) |
| Mandag d. 7. juni |
| Mit hoved er fyldt til randen |
| Tingene krer rundt & rundt |
| Mit legeme er p… krydstogt |
| Ude hvor jeg ik' ka' bunde |
| Mayday |
| Jeg prver p… at ro I land |
| Mens alt hvad jeg kan tnke p… er et break & lidt boblevand |
| Nsker for en stund, jeg bare ku' vre barn igen |
| Boldbanen, sommerdage, pageh… r, bare ben |
| Hvor' de voksne henne? |
| Jeg' ik' n af dem |
| Jeg' bare en kngt fuld af drmme & lidt voksne $ |
| Men jeg vil lege igen |
| Lege med ord, lege med toner |
| Jeg' trt af business, trt af at lege med millioner |
| Mens jeg st… r midt I ilden, som om, at intet rammer mig |
| S…' det klart at der' en chance for, man brnder sig |
| Jeg prver p… at g… p… vandet |
| Men det' kun musikken der holder |
| Jeg kan ik' andet |
| & jeg h… ber p…, mit hoved det ka' flge med |
| Baby, jeg mangler stadig n, som jeg ka' flges med |
| S… smil til mig, smil |
| Gr din dreng glad |
| Mens at vi f… r hele klubben til at ligne et dampbad |
| Ruller op til stedet med hele mit entourage |
| S… over skyerne — som kom vi fra mars |
| Jeg lover, at jeg gir' den gas |
| Ogs' selv n… r det hele bli’r vendt p… hovedet |
| Som et timeglas |
| Frem & tilbage som en tennistime |
| Men vi st… r her stadig |
| & vi bliver her |
| Evergreen |
| S… flg med |
| Jeg st… r aldrig stille, baby |
| & jeg ved aldrig prcis hvad der sker |
| Aldrig prcis, hvad der sker |
| S… flg med |
| Det st… r aldrig stille, baby |
| & tingene bli’r aldrig det samme mer' |
| Aldrig det samme mer' |
| (translation) |
| Monday, June 7th |
| My head is stuffed to the brim |
| Things are moving around & around |
| My body is on a cruise |
| Out where I can't 'bottom' |
| Mayday |
| I'm trying to row ashore |
| While all I can think of is a break & a little bubble water |
| Wish for a while, I could just be a kid again |
| The ball field, summer days, page hair, bare legs |
| Where 'the adults her? |
| I 'ik' n one of them |
| I'm just a kngt full of dreams & a little adult $ |
| But I want to play again |
| Play with words, play with tones |
| I't tired of business, tired of playing with millions |
| While I stand in the middle of the fire, as if nothing hits me |
| So it's clear there's a chance you burn yourself |
| I'm trying to walk on water |
| But it's only the music that lasts |
| I can do nothing else |
| & I'm hoping it's my head |
| Baby, I'm still missing something I can keep up with |
| So smile at me, smile |
| Make your boy happy |
| While that we make the whole club look like a steam room |
| Rolls up to the spot with all my entourage |
| So over the clouds - as we came from March |
| I promise I'll give it gas |
| Even when it's all turned upside down |
| Like an hourglass |
| Back & forth like a tennis class |
| But we're still standing here |
| & we stay here |
| Evergreen |
| Then follow along |
| I'm never standing still, baby |
| & I never know exactly what's going on |
| Never exactly what's going on |
| Then follow along |
| It's never quiet, baby |
| & things will never be the same again ' |
| Never the same again ' |