Protest Song '68

To sing you must first open your mouth

You must have a pair of lungs and a little knowledge of music

It is not necessary 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 createRevoke the spirit '68

Fresh meaning to torn ideas

Let's bring life to old clichés

Punch a hole in tradition, yeah

Let's listen to the songs of discontent

To the chords and the movement

To 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 unexpectedly

It would be the perfect metaphor

Be the perfect song we'd be singing

I breathe out and

I screamRevoke

Malatesta's dream

Inspiration from the past

Focus to the future at last

Fixed dogmas can't substitute

Creative thoughts and action

It could be dangerous

Art as a real threat

All it is, is words

Words said a million times before

All it is, is a song

A song sung a million times before

I breathe in,

I createRevoke the spirit '68

I breathe out,

I screamRevoke

Malatesta's dream