(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