Protest Song '68

To sing, you must first open your mouth

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

It's not necessary to have an accordion or a guitar

The essential thing is that I want to sing

And this is the song I'm singing

I breathe in and I create

Rewoke 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

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, baby

It would be the perfect metaphor

It would be the perfect song we'd be signing

I breathe out and I scream

Rewoke Malatesta's dream

Inspiration from the past

Focus to the future at last

Fixed dogmas can't substitute

Creative thoughts and action

Could be dangerous

Art is 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, I create

Rewoke the spirit, '68

I breathe out and I scream

Rewoke Malatesta's dream