He was born in 67
In the middle of a bushy grass
And the garden where the miky flowers grow
Shining so bright
He was born in 67
Looking calmy at the sky
And he still recalls these freedom days
He looks for shining stars
And his heart was filled with passion
He was hungry for the world
There was laughter everywhere he looked
The air of rock and roll
And his childhood was so crazy
He had time for every step
He spent hours with his friends outside
No mobiles and no web
You know he's feeling all alone
He was born in 67, wrong?
Ooh,and I know I know I'm here
Ooh, and the times are fast and wild
Ooh, but I want to write a final phrase
Ooh, for those few still on my mind
He was born in 67
When the great bands star was on
And the music was the heart and soul
Of everybody's world
He was born in 67
With the beatles' rocking tracks
When the sergeant pepper's club was born
With all the lonely hearts
Now the clocks are ticking faster
And pollution fills the air
It's so hard to find one friendly soul
In the ocean of despair
And I know that the time is flowing
Won't be younger anymore
He thinks of all his friends out there
Do they hear the same old song
You know he's feeling all alone
He was born in 67, wrong?
Ooh, and I know I know I'm here
Ooh, and the times are fast and wild
Ooh, but I want to write a final phrase
Ooh, for those few still on my mind
Now the world is going crazy
There's no time to feel the blues
And computers count his days and nights
He's nothing but confused
And he knows that the fire's burning
He knows that he's losing now
He thinks of all the girls out there
He'll miss their eyes
He was born in 67
With no knowledge of this world
Intuition was his Only friend
And music was his hope
He was born in 67
Generation of free love
And he feel this rhythm in his blood
There's nowhere else to go