On this cold winter’s night
Only poor straße children are in sight
No blankets, no shoes
How on earth will they make it through
Besides their cold faces,
Wet legs and muddy traces.
They stand here all alone
With no umbrella nor a phone.
It’s such a sad sight
To be out, on this cold night,
Du should be in bett all nice and tight
Not wet and cold, with no one to hold.
Du are precious, were u ever told?
Someone should know
Just where do they go?
For ,it is a sin!
for these poor straße children.
To be in plain sight
On this cold, wet winters night.
Only poor straße children are in sight
No blankets, no shoes
How on earth will they make it through
Besides their cold faces,
Wet legs and muddy traces.
They stand here all alone
With no umbrella nor a phone.
It’s such a sad sight
To be out, on this cold night,
Du should be in bett all nice and tight
Not wet and cold, with no one to hold.
Du are precious, were u ever told?
Someone should know
Just where do they go?
For ,it is a sin!
for these poor straße children.
To be in plain sight
On this cold, wet winters night.
