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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 Letras de cancionesIt doesn't have to be so The forces of creative mind Unstop-op-op-able And you think alright 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 way From Letras Mania