It's a cool breeze
You've got a tank top
Blue shorts
And big wet eyes
English? you say
I stand still
Read your small piece of paper
No surprise
I need money
I need food
I am cold
Could I get some help from you
I need money
I need food
I am cold
Could I get some help from you
I walk away
Still watching you running
Around in the park asking for money
What a childhood
You were probably six
It hurts
It hurts
If i only knew
That you got all the money
I would give you a fortune, baby
But my fear is that someone
Is using your sweet little face
To get a better life
I'd rather
Like to bring you home
From that park
In Berlin
I'd rather
Like to bring you home
From that park
In Berlin
I walk away
Still watching you running
Around in the park asking for money
What a childhood
You were probably six
It hurts
I walk away
Still watching you running
Around in the park asking for money
What a childhood
You were probably six
I'd like to bring you home
From that park
In Berlin