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