Was Ist Das Für Ein Land

He lives across my street
And sometimes calls me late in the evening
Then I'd like to go over to him
Because he can't come over to me

Ten fists once beat him like this
That he remains a cripple forever
Sometimes I help him to bear it
The thugs never cared about his suffering

Why you (why you)
Why not the (why not the)
I dare not ask him
Why you (why you)
Why not the (why not the)
And I can't tell him

And I see his photos on the walls
With the girl he loved hand in hand
And then sometimes we hold hands
And ask ourselves what kind of country is this
What kind of country is this

Because two of the perpetrators were acquitted
And two were given short probation
The fifth one has broken a few bones
And was known as a thug and sadist

He is also out on parole
And finds his freedom wonderful
Only one will always live like a convict
And longs for women's hair some nights

Why me (why me)
Why not the (why not the)
I sometimes hear him ask
Why me (why me)
Why not the (why not the)
And I can't tell him

And I see his photos on the walls
With the girl arm in arm on the seashore
And then sometimes we hold hands
And ask ourselves what kind of country is this
What kind of country is this
What kind of country is this
What kind of country is this
What kind of country is this
What kind of country is this
(What is, what is this, what is this)
What kind of country is this
What kind of country is this
What kind of country is this