Berlin, Berlin

The city of Berlin has been sung by many
Who now lie beneath green grass
For us, they are just memories
As if our mothers
Read us fairy tales

Some love it, others gossip
Some things have passed, turned to dust
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'll easily get burned
Where morals live, vices live too
And criticism blooms next to sweet talk

Berlin, Berlin, here people live dangerously
And if they fall, 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
You can be seen diligently watering them
The rosemary and also the celery

As mothers feel their life slipping away
In the will, quickly add
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