Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bag dem synger skovene, artist - Tv-2.
Date of issue: 31.05.1995
Song language: Danish
Bag dem synger skovene(original) |
Og bag dem synger skovene |
Om tider som skal komme |
Om skæbner der besegles |
Før natten den er omme |
Jeg skriver og jeg skriver |
For at få det hele med |
Historien begynder |
Ude i mørket et sted |
Og bag dem synger skovene |
Om isforladte hytter |
Om dødens kys i armene |
På den hovedløse rytter |
Jeg hader dig i aften |
Hvorfor er du ikke her |
Du er i mine tanker |
Jeg behøver ikke mere |
Og bag dem rasler kæberne |
Og tænder spyttes ud |
Kongens hest er styrtet |
For fædreland og Gud |
Personligt vil jeg kæmpe |
For alt hvad jeg har kært |
Sig det stadig er |
Ulejligheden værd |
Og bag dem synger skovene |
Om korte glimt af lykke |
Blafrende gardiner |
Drømmeseng i træets skygge |
Dig der ligesom havet |
Bliver til blid uendelighed |
Mig der tænker; |
satans |
Mens vi klapper solen ned |
Og bag dem synger skovene |
Os alle ind i himlen |
Dit ansigt blir utydeligt |
Og væk i menneskevrimlen |
Jeg skriver og jeg skriver |
Jeg må nå at få dig med |
Før vi bliver til historie |
Ude i mørket et sted |
(translation) |
And behind them the woods are singing |
Of times to come |
Of destinies being sealed |
Before the night it is over |
I write and I write |
To get it all in |
The story begins |
Out in the dark somewhere |
And behind them the woods are singing |
About ice-abandoned cabins |
About the kiss of death in the arms |
On the headless horseman |
I hate you tonight |
Why aren't you here |
You are in my thoughts |
I don't need more |
And behind them the jaws are rattling |
And teeth are spit out |
The king's horse has fallen |
For fatherland and God |
Personally, I want to fight |
For all that I hold dear |
Say it still is |
Worth the trouble |
And behind them the woods are singing |
About brief flashes of happiness |
Flapping curtains |
Dream bed in the shade of the tree |
You there like the sea |
Becomes gentle infinity |
Me who thinks; |
damn |
As we pat down the sun |
And behind them the woods are singing |
Us all into heaven |
Your face becomes indistinct |
And lost in the crowd |
I write and I write |
I have to get you with me |
Before we become history |
Out in the dark somewhere |