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