Текст песни Berlin

These sore red eyes explore the room again. The signed pictures of film stars who stayed here in eras that knew of no wall. Berlin...Berlin... Berlin...Berlin... Part of the old world lives On this island in Germany And 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. Berlin...Berlin... Berlin...Berlin... Berlin...Berlin... Berlin...Berlin... Young faces new ideals, in search of paradise They merge into the history, the theatre of memories that make up the feel of Berlin...Berlin... Berlin...Berlin...