Moddi - Like in 1968 lyrics
[Moddi - Like in 1968 lyrics]
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
It's 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
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
It's 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