Workin‘ hands are needed for the next world
and the next world, I say, is not underworld.
Workin‘ hands are needed to save the leak
from politicians, paranoid and weak.
Workin‘ hands to save creativity,
workin‘ hands, I say, of you and me.
Workin‘ hands without stupidity.
Workin‘ hands to be free.
In times of absolute lies, true work will
conquer the world.
The jobless and the students
shall create the wisdom leaks.
Office-slaves and farmers organize communities
for new ways of living the true and free.
The real sense of family on a global scale:
the celebration of the family of man
through dignity and joy and not tyranny and pain,
through hope and education and loving care.
Workin‘ hands are needed for the next world
and the next world, I say, is close at hand.
In the love for our planet is our happiness
beyond the fog of war our children will be blessed.
Work is quality, not time, money or nation,
is fairness and sharing and cooperation.
Work is trust and a job that lasts
in a world of union and peace for all.
Lyrics & Music: Michel Montecrossa, © Mira Sound Germany