Lyrics:

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閟

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 it words

Words said a million time 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