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