[Intro]
"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 the song I'm singing."

[Verse 1]
I breathe in and I create
Re-woke the spirit of '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

[Spoken]
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 unexpectedly
It would be the perfect metaphor
It would be the perfect song we'd be singing

[Verse 2]
I breathe out and I scream
Rewoke Malatestas dream
Inspiration from the past
Focus to the future at last
Fixed dogmas can't substitute
Creative thoughts and action
[Spoken]
We could be dangerous
Art as a real threat

[Bridge]
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

[Verse 3]
I breathe in and I create
Rewoke the spirit, '68
I breathe out and I scream
Rewoke Malatestas dream