I've never been lonelier than this
It's night but I wish it were already Monday
With the others with me to build the city
With others shut inside who open to the sun like flowers when
When they go out, leave, arrive
Eyes in faces like mirrors because the others are us
With the breath of an idea
Allah like Jesus in church or inside a mosque
And the others are us, here on the same road
Cowardly heroes, we leave behind the pieces of other us
Who wait for us and wonder
Why they're born and die right away
Maybe swallows, leaves of Africa
They smile at us with melancholy
And all victims and executioners
In this world the others are us
We who live in comfy deserts
Of apartments and tranquility
But sooner or later the others are us
In this small world now
Among the Indios and the Hindus
Kids in pharmacies who just can't take it anymore
Families of workers fired by robots
And gypsies from the East in suburban reserves
And we're all victims and executioners
Sooner or later the others are us
In this world the others are us
In this small world now
The others are us the others are us the others are us
In this world the others are us