Das Ist Berlin Wie's Wein, Das Ist Berlin Wie's Lacht

The city of Berlin has been sung by many
Who now lie deep under the green grass
For us, those are just memories
As if our mother read us something from a fairy tale
Some love it, others gossip
Some things passed, once made a stir
But some things are still the same as yesterday
- that's Berlin, how it cries and how it laughs

Berlin, Berlin, you're a hot spot
If you don't know it, you easily burn your foot
Where morality lives, so does vice
And criticism blooms next to sweet talk
Berlin, Berlin, here people live dangerously
And if they slip, no one turns around
But if they succeed, then the applause is honest
- Berlin, Berlin, you're my audience

Berlin, Berlin, when your flowers bloom
out there, in the allotment garden
one sees you standing and diligently watering them
the rosemary and also the celery
As Mother feels her life slipping away
in the will, it's quickly added
Just don't forget to water Father
- That's Berlin, how it cries and how it laughs
- that's Berlin, how it cries and how it laughs