Rise up your hands and dance with me...

The man at the bar in a red-blue checked scarf,

Frowned and looked at me: “Just take it easy, boy.

I’ll spend a drink or two.

I’ve never seen you here; but I know who you are,

You seem at first sight, and I am mostly right, a good soul.”

And he put peanuts in a jar.

He said: “Strong beliefs, futile fights for the rights,

They’re hating each other every day and every night,

They kill themselves with words.

He steps out of the bar, you know we are the stars,

we could change the whole thing altogether.

Rise up your hands, and dance with me

you’ll be the friends, you used to be.

Rise up your hands, Remember me

you’ll be the friends, you used to be.

Get up from the bar, I know who you are,

Sit down at the piano, I’ve heard you on the radio,

You seem to feel the soul.

Play common tunes, and we’ll sing it me and you,

Sure, we change the whole thing altogether,

We only need a strong endeavor.

He said: “Strong beliefs, futile fights for the rights,

They’re hating each other every day and every night,

They kill themselves with words.

He steps out of the bar, you know we are the stars,

we could change the whole thing altogether.

Rise up your hands, and dance with me

you’ll be the friends, you used to be.

Rise up your hands, Remember me

you’ll be the friends, you used to be.