Now stand up, take a look around
Think of all that you have lost and found
Now you can take on your pink glasses, foolish smile
And go right in masses

Your false ideal that the sun is shining
But look around, the world is dying
Save yourself, take off this mask
Difficult because your toy world will turn into dusk

Pick the flower from the grass
Look at it, it is light and bright
This is how you see your inner world
So easy, warm, kind, happy, no cold

And then you feel the flower's taste
It's bitter, sour, unpleasant and
This is its true face: like the world
What's bright outside, can be dark inside

Now stand up, take a look around
Think again of all you've lost and found
Now you can take on your pink glasses, foolish smile
But will you go in masses now?