Schwarz zu Blau

Came out of the club, had a good time
Smell like booze, I'm wrecked, it's a nice life
Stepping over drunks lying dead on my path
I see the rats gorging themselves in the
Shadows of the kebab shops
Stumbling through the puke at Kotti, junkies are dazed
Dudes are spitting everywhere, acting like fools
Scene snobs desperately searching for the scene
Pierced girls want me to read 'Street Sweeper'

Half past five, my eyes are burning
Step on a guy who's sleeping between dead pigeons
Hysterical chicks are yelling and panicking
'Cause on the corner there's trouble between Tarek and Sam:
Tarek says, "Shut the hell up,
or I’ll punch you in the face!"
Sam's scared shitless, but can’t say a thing
The red soup drips onto the asphalt
I feel sick, I zip up my jacket 'cause it's cold

Good morning Berlin,
You can be so ugly, so dirty and gray
You can be so beautifully terrible
Your nights are eating me alive
It’s probably best for me
I’m going home to sleep it off
And while I walk through the streets
It’s slowly turning black to blue

Tired figures in the neon light
With deep wrinkles on their faces
The early shift is quiet, everyone’s on their own
Frustration rises, 'cause the bus ain't coming
And there's shit everywhere, you should really float
Everyone's got a dog but no one to talk to
I’m constantly breathing through my mouth, that’s part of my life
I feel unhealthy, need something pure to counter it

I’ve got a pounding head, I need some juice
I’m really craving 'Baghdad’s pastries'!
It’s warm there, I can lose myself in my dreams
At Fatima’s, the sweet pastry seller
R'n'B ballads pumping from a parked Benz
Quitting time for the street gangs
A hooligan’s crying in a woman’s arms
This city isn’t as tough as you think

Good morning Berlin,
You can be so ugly, so dirty and gray
You can be so beautifully terrible
Your nights are eating me alive
It’s probably best for me
I’m going home to sleep it off
And while I walk through the streets
It’s slowly turning black to blue

I’m wrecked and rubbing your dust out of my eyes
You’re not pretty and you know it too
Your panorama’s a mess
Doesn’t even look good from afar
But the sun is just coming up
And I know, whether I want to or not
That I need you to breathe.