Através da Multidão

Through the crowd
Comes a bitter knowledge to me
And I don't know who they are
Don't know where they're going
But they're by my side

Almost in contemplation
Strange is their tired gaze
They are the crowd
Going where they go
But they're by my side

Almost in contemplation
Strange is their tired gaze
They are the crowd
Going where they go
And I go by their side

And tomorrow
There will be an ideal!
Tomorrow
They will have an ideal!
They are the crowd
Going where they go
And the real world...
And I don't know who they are
They are the crowd
Without an ideal...

I had this vision
Through the crowd
I had this vision
Through the crowd
And I don't know who they are...
And I don't know who they are...

They are just the crowd
And I don't know who they are...
And I don't know who they are...
They are just the crowd
I had this vision!