Horror! It's thirsty streets.
Children cry: there's no food to eat.
Hungry eyes, they're as cold as ice,
And they look for a reason.
All alone, the city slaves,
choking on the smog they make.
Changing the light of day,
as they pray for a way out.
We all feel the pain, is it necessary?
When we feel the pain, better stick together.
Music is the way to relieve the pressure.
Music on the way, do you get the message?
Âme de moi, je suis music.
Chante moi, je suis music.
Je suis music.
Chante moi.
Je suis music.
Arguments, and women scream.
Struggling with, the lives they lead.
Nothing much that can make them strong
but the words of a song.
People need a chance to play,
given time they can recreate.
That's the way that tears and hate,
to the sound of the music.
We all feel the pain, is it necessary?
When we feel the pain, better stick together.
Music is the way to relieve the pressure.
Music on the way, do you get the message?
Âme de moi, je suis music.
Chante moi, je suis music,
We all feel the pain, is it necessary?
When we feel the pain, better stick together.
Music is the way to relieve the pressure.
Music on the way, do you get the message?
Âme de moi,
Je suis music.
Chante moi.
Je suis music.
We all feel the pain, is it necessary?
When we feel the pain, better stick together.
Music is the way to relieve the pressure.
Music on the way, do you get the message?
Âme de moi.
Je suis music.
Chante moi.
Je suis music