Sometimes when facing common trouble When whole town is screwed We become actually human Act like Prometehus would
Suddenly there is more humor And a party Tabor style People ringing one another "Yo man, how's your blackout?!"
Suddenly there is more music Made with buckets in a park Girls are dancing with a flashlights I got only one guitar
And you see brothers and sisters All engaged in sport of help Making merry out of nothing Like in refugee camp
Woah yeah, woah no It doesn't have to be so It is possible any time anywhere Even without any dough
Oh yeah, woah no It doesn't have to be so The forces of creative mind Unstop-op-op-able
And you think, "All right now, people They have finally woked up" But as soon as trouble over Watch them take another nap
Now nobody's making merry Only trodding scared of boss Everybody's making hurry For some old forgotten cause
But one think surely eternal It's condition of a man Who don't know where he is going Who don't know where does he stand
Whose dream power is a bottle Put away in dry dark place Whose youth power is well buried Under propaganda waste
Whose dream life in opposition To the life during the day Who's beaten down in believing It just kind of goes this wayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
