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