Houses
Tattoed by warfare
Holes in
Houses that once were homes
Silence
Trees stand in silence
As usual
They speak of different times
Time's passing by
They know
Time's passing by
Streets are deserted
As usual
Everyone stays inside
Das Bild am Sonntag is lying
As usual
Papers lie on the street
Time's passing by
I know
Time's passing by
Holes in (Houses)
Houses that once were homes
