Das ist Berlin

Who was more broken than broken years ago?
Who then rose like a phoenix from the rubble?
And who attracts people today,
Like once the city that one cannot do without?
Even if fate sometimes tears me apart,
The place where I'd always rather be
And to every stranger who was here,
The answer is crystal clear.

That's Berlin, Berlin, the forever young city.
That's Berlin, the city that has my love.
Right in the middle of the world
The good Lord placed her.
You, my Berlin, Berlin, you pearl on the Spree.
Whoever knows you, Berlin,
Won't say goodbye to you.
Because one can never escape your magic:
You, my Berlin, Berlin, Berlin.