I met a child in Belfast and Derry

The last of a tribe on the American prairie

Down under I saw some old native sons

A Kurdish girl faced by German guns

I saw the tears...

And I saw the tears of the last 100 years

Of wars and oppression

Of wars and oppression

Broken dreams, human fears

In their eyes, in their eyes

Immigrant eyes on a German police station

In this land it's a normal situation

Escaping from a civil war

To be mistreated by the German law

I saw the tears...