(Whistling)
What does one do with a flat which one doesn't occupy?
One rents it out expensively so it's proftiable!
And with the money one buys a house at best,
renovates, increases the rent, kicks out the old tenants.
And at some point one owns the whole street,
gets an office in Luxembourg for the taxes
and then goes to public, for even more capital!
Phenomenal profit!
And in some apartment of some house:
For 40 years, old Helga Kraus is living there.
But suddenly the gang shows up, renovating from today.
And soon Helga has to leave!
Because the rent explodes.
Where is Ms Krause supposed to go with the little pension?
That's happening after 40 years, she can't understand the world anymore!
The landlord doesn't give a shit about Ms Krause!
That's a scandal!
Ms Krause has to cry and she doesn't feel well
but then she comes to a decision, yes, she takes new courage!
She talks to the neighbors, knocks on all apartment doors.
Everyone is afraid and angry and everyone can feel it.
But where to put all the rage? Gee, that would be a laughing matter!
Damn, they can't do this to us!
Here comes Heini, some guy, and he shouts:
Oi, tell me, do you know ...
that rad spectre?
Suddenly, tumult in the city, word has it in the net, it's in the papers!
The spectre of expropriation!
The spectre of expropriation - charming and fresh - sits down at the table at Borchardt's, smiling.
The spectre of expropriation - very stilishly - takes all the houses into its own hands!
The spectre of the expropriation is finally here!
The spectre of the expropriation -
Sha-lala-la! Sha-lala-la! Sha-lala-la!
Ms Krause and the neighbors take it to the streets
and there are already inhabitants of a different house
and from another one and another one! And there are already many.
And everyone's united - by the same goals.
Living space as a commodity and no right to housing? - That cannot be!
Or separating the condos into separate flats?-
that's when we become a spectre!
Suddenly, tumult in the city, word has it in the net, it's in the papers!
The spectre of expropriation!
The spectre of expropriation - charming and fresh - sits down at a table at Borchardt's, smiling.
The spectre of expropriation - very stilishly - takes all the houses into its own hands!
The spectre of the expropriation finally arrived!
Sha-lala-la! Sha-lala-la!
And suddenly the spectre is not a spectre anymore!
The people on the street say, "Hand over the houses!"
With our rent no profit is being made! Article 15, it's even in the constitution!
Our spectre puts an end to your spook, so it's over with profit and dividend!
The spectre of expropriation - charming and fresh - sits down at Borchardt's, smiling.
The spectre of expropriation - very stilishly - takes all the houses into its own hands!
The spectre of the expropriation - is here, the spectre of the expropriation - is us!
(first bars of "Die letzte Schlacht gewinnen wir" by Ton Steine Scherben are being hummed)