One morning at half past five
We are here in a room
We look at each other
But we don't say anything
The streets are alive
Many people walk by
Spring of 2007
We can all be different
We are the others
We are the others
The others, that is us
The others, that is us
We cannot see ahead
We run directly in in front of us
We no longer say "I"
Because "I" is no longer correct
We only say "we" now
The borders are clear