(Cole - Crispi - Wiederkehr)   

 

 Silently we pray to our new god

the diamond-studded lord of profit

businessman are idols we admire

money lights our fire

conceited we sit in our red leather chair

thinking ahead but not thinking too far!

cosily enclosed in our garden of delight

no time to think of other folks plights.


Maybe it's time, it's time for change

a change in our heart, our mind

a change in our vision!


Man and woman leave the land and make their way to cities

hoping for an end to thei miseries

Delhi, Sao Paulo, Shangai, Mexico City

open up their gutters to the human stream

bursting their seams with people's dreams

day dreams of better life or just a bowl of rice

favelas of the world sucking children to their breasts

even rats make better nests

feel the bitter sweet taste of reality

in the forgotten realms of humanity

I can't keep up the pace of the race

can't find my space in this place

I really feel (now) there's no time to waste!


Maybe it's time, it's time for change

a change in our heart, our mind

a change in our vision!

We do need a real ch'ange

a change in our heart, our mind

a change in our vision!