La Demuere

People oppressed, liberties crushed Shouldn't it resound, cry of our soul? It is so faint, I can't hear it I know it's there Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere, somewhere Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere, somewhere Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere, somewhere 'Ere, somewhere, somewhere Men could ask for happiness They could ask for brotherhood When we were not a lonely crowd Natural was impersonal Was non-individual Where strangers were not a threat But more of a potential Public space was wide open The relevance was action Where we were not a lonely mass Beyond the cry lies the meaning Common language of belonging It is throttled, it is confused Has to be there Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere, somewhere Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere, somewhere Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere, somewhere Somewhere