Impossible! - Hostage Calm

«Impossible!»

Oh, we couldn’t have seen ourselves here

In this desperate place made more austere

And now that it’s all gone to hell, they’re asking

«What's there to sell when everyone’s come off the shelves?»

Can’t you feel the unease?

From these «Troubled States"* to the Middle East

The youth of the world are alive in the streets

When the bell strikes Four on the trading floor

(Yes, we’d like some more)

Will freedom ring?

In the scorching streets of the Arab Spring

Tarhir Square sings

«Will freedom ring?»

Hurt, we yearn

And I’m not about to roll over

I’ve felt your feet trampling over

No, not the tankers, the bankers, dictators or Kings…

I refuse to believe it’s impossible

The youth of the world are alive in the streets

It’s not the bricks «they» fear, it’s what we think