Goldrush Town Songtext
von Fischer‐Z

This time it′s just a goldrush town.
Oh these sored red eyes have seen the Wall come down.
A place of fear is a sense of loss.
All the thanks have gone and the power' switched off.

Young girl sleeps in the hifi-store.
She′s got a cardboard house on a concrete floor.
Cameras flash in the baritone sax
And the busker smiles.
It's just a tourist trap.


It's a meeting point between east and west,
Between a refugee and a hotel guest
It′s the meeting point it′s like a station here.
No wonder I'm impatient.
Some people who call me crazy or simply sentimental.
You better believe your eyes,
Just look out through window.

It′s just a goldrush town.
It's just a goldrush town.
It′s just a goldrush town.
Berlin.