 Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tag Mig Tilbage , by - Nik & Jay. Song from the album De Største, in the genre Поп
 Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tag Mig Tilbage , by - Nik & Jay. Song from the album De Største, in the genre ПопRelease date: 19.11.2008
Record label: Parlophone Denmark
Song language: Danish
 Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tag Mig Tilbage , by - Nik & Jay. Song from the album De Største, in the genre Поп
 Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tag Mig Tilbage , by - Nik & Jay. Song from the album De Største, in the genre Поп| Tag Mig Tilbage(original) | 
| Tilbage i dagene hang vi altid ud på bymidten | 
| Der var intet at lave, men der var altid ild i den | 
| For forstadslivet var en privat fest og | 
| Scor en tøs, slå dig løs videre til den næste | 
| Med ghettoblaster og Everlast og Eastpack tasker | 
| Man prøvede at se godt ud, selvom man ledt' efter flasker | 
| Flere penge var lig med flere øl til weekendens nætter | 
| Når man gatecrashede fester sammen med sine venner | 
| Det var skovmandsskjorter og pagehår | 
| Det var teenagedrøm og «fuck janteloven» | 
| Og det var Dr. | 
| Alban på din stereo | 
| Det var Dr. | 
| Martens og vi har mer' endnu | 
| Det var punk, rock, guitar og papvin i to liter | 
| Og der gik korter' tid før man dansede tætter' | 
| Med forstadsdronninger på gin og tonic’er | 
| Bekymrer os om ingenting, bounce med os når det går | 
| Tag mig tilbage, alting var så let | 
| Tag mig tilbage, alting var så nyt | 
| Tag mig tilbage, alting var så vildt | 
| Tilbage til dengang, hvor vi var så frie | 
| Og hvor vi fyrede den af og vi gjorde hva' vi ville, vi | 
| Vi var så ligeglade med det hele | 
| Og vi glemmer det aldrig | 
| Så tro mig når jeg si’r dig at vi | 
| Fyrede den af og vi gjorde hva' vi ville, vi | 
| Vi var så ligeglade med det hele | 
| Og vi glemmer det aldrig | 
| Så tro mig når jeg si’r dig at | 
| Det var strygere i lommen, vi fandt en postkasse og sprængt' den | 
| Og der var jubel, når man stjal et pornoblad på tanken | 
| Vi skatede hver aften og løb fra politiet | 
| Og vi grinede af de folk, der bad os om at skride | 
| Og det var ind og sidde i detentionen | 
| På grund af graffiti på DSB-stationen | 
| Men det var godt nok, for vi var forstadens hotshots | 
| Den der var vildest, var den der var mest fucked up | 
| Det var unge, der gik fra pilsner til hash | 
| Fra svamp til speed til lightergas | 
| For man havde ingenting at lave, så man gik amok | 
| Jo, det blev vildere og vildere og man ku' ikk' stoppe | 
| Så det var en vores bedste venner der kørte galt | 
| Seksten år livet var slut — spol tilbage | 
| Jonas og Jens, hvis I ku' være her nu | 
| Ka' I høre hva' jeg siger, I er her endnu | 
| Jeg sagde | 
| Tag mig tilbage, alting var så let | 
| Tag mig tilbage, alting var så nyt | 
| Tag mig tilbage, alting var så vildt | 
| Tilbage til dengang, hvor vi var så frie | 
| Og hvor vi fyrede den af og vi gjorde hva' vi ville, vi | 
| Vi var så ligeglade med det hele | 
| Og vi glemmer det aldrig | 
| Så tro mig når jeg si’r dig at vi | 
| Fyrede den af og vi gjorde hva' vi ville, vi | 
| Vi var så ligeglade med det hele | 
| Og vi glemmer det aldrig | 
| Så tro mig når jeg si’r dig at | 
| Det var hammertrin til syvstjerne fester | 
| Og alle lommepenge gik til at blæse sin hjerne væk | 
| Og man blev hentet klokken 1 og brækkede sig i sin vens fars bil | 
| Sagde undskyld, prøvede at skjule sit smil | 
| På tunede knallerter, til bålfest og halballer | 
| Gemte bajere i busken alle var sammen med alle | 
| Og det var tungeslaskere, piger med bøjle | 
| Benvarmere, buffalo’s, forventningsfulde øjne | 
| Og det var 1, 2, 3 kærester på en gang | 
| For man ku' rode sig ud af alt dengang | 
| På flugt fra kedsomhed, på jagt efter piger | 
| En hurtig date på det lokale pizzeria | 
| Det var ham, det var hende, det var fedt, det var fucked | 
| Det var dem, det var jer, det var frit, det var godt | 
| Det var Nik, det var Jay, en forstad, okay | 
| Det var dengang, baby, så tag mig tilbage, kom nu | 
| Tag mig tilbage, alting var så let | 
| Tag mig tilbage, alting var så nyt | 
| Tag mig tilbage, alting var så vildt | 
| Tilbage til dengang, hvor vi var så frie | 
| Og hvor vi fyrede den af og vi gjorde hva' vi ville, vi | 
| Vi var så ligeglade med det hele | 
| Og vi glemmer det aldrig | 
| Så tro mig når jeg si’r dig at vi | 
| Fyrede den af og vi gjorde hva' vi ville, vi | 
| Vi var så ligeglade med det hele | 
| Og vi glemmer det aldrig | 
| Så tro mig når jeg si’r dig at | 
| Tag mig tilbage til dengang hvor alt var let, og | 
| Tilbage til dengang hvor alt var nyt, og | 
| Tilbage til dengang hvor alt føltes så vildt | 
| Tag mig tilbage nu | 
| Tag mig tilbage til dengang hvor alt var let, og | 
| Tilbage til dengang hvor alt var nyt, og | 
| Tilbage til dengang hvor alt føltes så vildt | 
| Tag mig tilbage nu | 
| Tag mig tilbage nu | 
| Tag mig tilbage nu | 
| Tag mig tilbage nu | 
| (translation) | 
| Back in the days, we always hung out in the city center | 
| There was nothing to do, but there was always fire in it | 
| For suburban life was a private party and | 
| Score one slut, get loose on to the next | 
| With ghettoblaster and Everlast and Eastpack bags | 
| You tried to look good, even though you were looking for bottles | 
| More money equated to more beers for weekend nights | 
| When you have street crashes with your friends | 
| It was forester shirts and page hair | 
| It was a teenage dream and «fuck Janteloven» | 
| And it was Dr. | 
| Alban on your stereo | 
| It was Dr. | 
| Martens and we have more 'yet | 
| It was punk, rock, guitar and cardboard wine in two liters | 
| And there was a short 'time before dancing closer' | 
| With suburban queens on gin and tonics | 
| Worrying about nothing, bounce with us when it goes | 
| Take me back, everything was so easy | 
| Take me back, everything was so new | 
| Take me back, everything was so wild | 
| Back to the time when we were so free | 
| And where we fired it off and we did what we wanted, we | 
| We were so indifferent to it all | 
| And we will never forget it | 
| So believe me when I tell you we are | 
| Fired it off and we did what we wanted, we | 
| We were so indifferent to it all | 
| And we will never forget it | 
| So believe me when I tell you that | 
| It was strings in the pocket, we found a mailbox and blew it up | 
| And there was cheering when one stole a porn magazine on the tank | 
| We skated every night and ran from the police | 
| And we laughed at the people who asked us to step down | 
| And it was in and sitting in detention | 
| Due to graffiti at the DSB station | 
| But it was good enough because we were suburban hotshots | 
| The one who was wildest was the one who was most fucked up | 
| It was young people who went from lager to hash | 
| From sponge to speed to lighter gas | 
| Because you had nothing to do, so you went crazy | 
| Yes, it got wilder and wilder and you could not stop | 
| So it was one of our best friends who drove wrong | 
| Sixteen years of life were over - rewind | 
| Jonas and Jens, if you could be here now | 
| Can you hear what I'm saying, you're still here | 
| I said | 
| Take me back, everything was so easy | 
| Take me back, everything was so new | 
| Take me back, everything was so wild | 
| Back to the time when we were so free | 
| And where we fired it off and we did what we wanted, we | 
| We were so indifferent to it all | 
| And we will never forget it | 
| So believe me when I tell you we are | 
| Fired it off and we did what we wanted, we | 
| We were so indifferent to it all | 
| And we will never forget it | 
| So believe me when I tell you that | 
| There were hammer steps to seven-star parties | 
| And all the pocket money went to blow his brain away | 
| And one was picked up at 1am and broke into his friend's father's car | 
| Said sorry, tried to hide his smile | 
| On tuned mopeds, for bonfires and half balls | 
| Hidden beers in the bush everyone was with everyone | 
| And it was tongue-slappers, girls with braces | 
| Leg warmers, buffalo’s, expectant eyes | 
| And it was 1, 2, 3 boyfriends at once | 
| Because you could get out of everything back then | 
| On the run from boredom, on the hunt for girls | 
| A quick date at the local pizzeria | 
| It was him, it was her, it was fat, it was fucked | 
| It was them, it was you, it was free, it was good | 
| It was Nik, it was Jay, a suburb, okay | 
| That was then, baby, so take me back, come on | 
| Take me back, everything was so easy | 
| Take me back, everything was so new | 
| Take me back, everything was so wild | 
| Back to the time when we were so free | 
| And where we fired it off and we did what we wanted, we | 
| We were so indifferent to it all | 
| And we will never forget it | 
| So believe me when I tell you we are | 
| Fired it off and we did what we wanted, we | 
| We were so indifferent to it all | 
| And we will never forget it | 
| So believe me when I tell you that | 
| Take me back to the time when everything was easy, and | 
| Back to the time when everything was new, and | 
| Back to the time when everything felt so wild | 
| Take me back now | 
| Take me back to the time when everything was easy, and | 
| Back to the time when everything was new, and | 
| Back to the time when everything felt so wild | 
| Take me back now | 
| Take me back now | 
| Take me back now | 
| Take me back now | 
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