meiner Welt

Every night in bed
She would teach me
Foreign tongue
We would practice
ich liebe dich

Words were soon
Forgotten because
No one cared to say it
No one bothered
Niemand kummerte sich darum

Once upon a time
He brought home globes
Small maps of the world
No comparison
To the real troubled space

Each one was beautiful
A piece of art itself
Tiny countries bare
Bigger countries labeled
Planet of the hypocrites

In sixth grade we learned
Our home country is best
Even as the German flag
Resided on our shelves
Es ist ihre Schuld

Nobody ever taught us
We are sinners
Just like the maps
And the language
We are forgotten too