Berlin Songtext
von John Watts

These sore red eyes
Explore the room again
The signed pictures of film stars
Who came here in eras
That knew of no wall

Berlin
Berlin
Berlin
Berlin

Part of the old world lives
On this island in Germany
But still out there through the window
At six in the morning
The essence survives

Berlin
Berlin
Berlin
Berlin


Come they told me
Down to the dark clubs at night
They′ll surprise you
The one's who are asleep when it′s light
So outrangeous
Like tropical birds in a cage
Out from underneath their stones

In Berlin
In Berlin

In Berlin
In Berlin
In Berlin
In Berlin

Young faces new ideals
In search of paradise
They merge into the history
To the theatre of memories
That make up the feel

Of Berlin
Of Berlin
Of Berlin
Of Berlin

These sore red eyes
These sore red eyes