Like in 1968

See the kids, how they play dress-up in your clothes from 1968
Hear the songs, how they sound like the ones you played back in 1968

I've seen it in the pictures, the flowers, the parades
The hope you held, the mess you made
You sigh and say "in my day" as if your days are done
Well, you're still here – but something is gone

Once you were fierce and fought for the world
Where you once kept compassion, you now keep your pеarls

With your eyes tightly shut its easiеr to cope
With newsfeeds like dark, twisted kaleidoscopes
But more than ever we need someone who can teach us to hope

You surely remember the fire in your chest?
The yearning for change and the longing to protest?
The summer that felt so never-ending?

Look all around you, so little has changed
It's the same old struggles, just by different names
I know fifty years may have passed since then
But it's never too late to start caring again

Sometimes it feels like we've forgotten how to dream
Like wanting peace and love is shameful and naïve
But nothing can stop us as long as we just dare to believe!

So dust off your passion, there's no time to hesitate!
Let us show them that flowers will always beat the hate
We'll start small and dream big, like in 1968