Protest song '68 歌詞

To sing you must first open your mouth. You must have a pair of lungs and a little knowledge of music. It is not neccessary to have an accordion or a guitar. The essential thing is that I want to sing. Then this is a song, I'm singing. I breathe in and I create Invoke the spirit '68 Fresh meaning to torn ideas Let's bring life to old clich Punch a hole in tradition Yeah, let's listen to the songs of discontent The chords and the movement The chords and the movement It could all be so simple. We would all stand baffled by the precision and accuracy. Our jaws would hurt from dropping so hard, fast and unexpected. It would be the perfect metaphor. It would be the perfect song we'd be singing. I breathe out and I scream Invoke Malatesta's dream Inspiration from the past Focus to the future at last Fixed dogmas can't substitute Creative thoughts and action We could be dangerous Art as a real threat And all it is is words Words said a million times before And all it is is a song A song sung a million times before I breathe in and I create Invoke the spirit of '68 I breathe out and I scream Invoke Malatesta's dream