Tekstovi: Erben der Schöpfung. Narben Der Zeit. Homeless.

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Where you ever sitting on a rooftop
And recognized that it?s not yours
It?s not yours
And where you ever feeling How someone else
plucked the chair You where sitting on to keep
It?s not yours

Cruel as they are they say You are homeless, you are homeless
Thieves of mankind telling you You are hopeless, you are homeless

Think my little child, try to find a solution

I?m sitting on this rooftop And my life is breaking
Scattering all over the dark clouds floor
The look on your face is telling me stories
Of lies and pain

You thieve are telling me that I?m endless hopeless
But suddelny I see that I?m not hopeless
I?m not homeless