(Chorus:)
Come and sing a simple song of freedom
Sing it like you've never sung before
Let it fill the air, tell the people everywhere,
we, the people here, don't want a war.*
Hey there, Mister black man, can you hear me?
I don't want your diamonds or your game
I just want to be someone who knows to you as me
And I will bet my life you want the same.**
Chorus
Seven hundred million, are you listening?
Most of what you read is made of lies
But speaking one to one, ain't it everybody's sun
to wake to in the morning when we rise?
Chorus
No doubt some folks enjoy doing battle,
like presidents, prime ministers and kings
So let's all build them shelves,
so they can fight among themselves,
and leave the people be who love to sing.
Chorus
Come and sing a simple song of freedom
Sing it like you've never sung before
Speaking one to one |: ain't it everybody's :| sun
to wake to in the morning |: when we rise :|?***
*"Sometimes they'll give a war, and nobody will come" (Carl Sandburg, 1936)
"Stellt Euch vor, es ist Krieg, und keiner geht hin - dann kommt der Krieg zu Euch!" (Bert Brecht, 1947 [Koloman-Wallisch-Kantate])
**Solche Wetten können leicht tödlich enden!
***Welch eine Arroganz, anzunehmen, daß die Sonne irgendjemandem von uns gehört!