Berlín (part. Yuliano Acri)

Whistling down the Boulevard
I don't know how or where to be
I felt a breeze from behind
Maybe I didn't see your trace

I felt alone and sat down
Between an angel and a poster
Berlin is far away
But nothing is far away
On your skin

Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
Ah, ah, ah

Broken glass on my skin
Devils loose in my being
I seem simple, but
I have a maze to solve

I felt stupid and looked for you
I thought I ruined everything
Berlin is blind but
Nothing is blind, when you can see

I always look for flight
Uh, uh, ah
I almost always come back
Uh, uh, ah
I always look for flight
Uh, uh, ah
I almost always come back

Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
Ah, ah, ah