(Peters)



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