Zulu - Protest Song '68 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 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 create
Re-woke 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

I breathe out and scream
Rewoke Malatestas dream
Inspiration from the past
Focus, the future at last
Fixed dogmas can't substitute
Creative thought and action

It 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 sung
A song sung a million times before

I breathe in and I create
Re-woke the spirit '68
I breathe out and I scream
Rewoke Malatestas dream