If the walls could talk
About all they see
Yes, then their stories
Would amaze us, maybe
Because there is so much suffering
That no one knows about
If the walls could talk
About all what happens
Behind every window,
We wouldn't go so satisfied
To bed every night.
There is so much loneliness that stays hidden by pride
And no one does anything about it, because no one suspects anything
If the walls could talk
About all that happened
There would sometimes be someone
Who comforts a saddened human
But the walls don't talk
If the walls could talk
About all they see
Yes, then their stories
Would amuze us, maybe
Because there still exists, luckily,
Love and hope
If the walls could talk
About every lovely deed
Was, who knows, all that talking,
That chit-chat in every street
Worth listening to for once
But the walls remain silent about love and hapiness
And keep every secret they are witnesses of
If the walls could talk about you and me
The whole world would see that, despite suffering and pain
There are still people in love.