Текст и слова песни Refused – 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 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
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
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