Erben Der Schopfung

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