Sometimes when facing common trouble   When whole town is screwed   We become actually human   Act like Prometheus would   Suddenly there is more humor   And a party tabor style   People ringing one another   "Yo man, how was your blackout?"   Suddenly there is more music   Made with the buckets in the park   Girls are dancing with the 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         Oh yeah Oh no, it doesn't have to be so   It is possible any time anywhere   Even without any dough   Oh yeah Oh no, it doesn't have to be so   Forces of the creative mind are unstoppable!      And you think, All right, now people   They have finally woked up   But as soon as the trouble over   Watch them take another nap   Nobody is making merry   Only trotting scared of boss   Everybody's making hurry   For some old forgotten cause   But one thing is surely eternal   It's condition of a man   Who don't know where he is going   Who don't know where does he stand   Who's dream power is corked bottle   Put away in dry dark place   Who's youth power is well buried   Under propaganda waves   Who's dream life is in opposition   With the life he leads today   Who's beaten down in believing   It just kinda goes this way!   Oh no, it doesn't have to be so   Forces of the creative mind are unstoppable!