Deep in the forest between moss and fern,
There lived a beetle, his name was Karl.
His life abruptly was disturbed,
When a dull rumble he heard.
Noisy machines, through the forest they roll,
Drowning out every birdsong soon.
They fell with sharp ax tree by tree,
Destroying thereby his habitat.
Karl the Beetle wasn't asked,
They just had chased him away.
Karl the Beetle wasn't asked,
They just had chased him away.
An asphalt ribbon is spreading,
Demanding nature to withdraw.
A flower, still remaining at the wayside,
It just ends up beeing covered by tar.
Karl is no longer here,
For animals, there's no place anymore.
Where Karl once was at home,
Now go beetles made of sheet and steel.
Karl the Beetle wasn't asked,
They just had chased him away.
Karl the Beetle wasn't asked,
They just had chased him away.
(Instrumental)
Karl the Beetle wasn't asked,
They just had chased him away.
Karl the Beetle wasn't asked,
They just had chased him away.
Karl the Beetle wasn't asked,
They just had chased him away.
Karl the Beetle wasn't asked,
They just had chased him away.