| Song | Born to Die in Berlin |
| Artist | Nina Hagen |
| Album | BeeHappy |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hagen, Ramone | |
| Junkies, whores and pimps | |
| Devils around my bed | |
| There is no choice and no difference | |
| And no one seems to notice | |
| Sometimes I feel like screaming | |
| Sometimes I feel like I just can't win | |
| Sometimes I feel like I was born | |
| To die in your arm in Berlin | |
| Intoxicated by the orchids | |
| Abandoned in the garden | |
| Demanding morphine for communion | |
| Because my soul was burning | |
| Sometimes I feel like screaming | |
| Sometimes I feel like I just cant win | |
| Sometimes I feel like I was born | |
| To die in your arm in Berlin | |
| Stranded in the sweet windings | |
| Breathing the pale moon silver | |
| Tasting the last drops of life | |
| From a sweet transvestite's lips | |
| Sometimes I feel like screaming | |
| Sometimes I feel like I just can't win | |
| Sometimes I feel like I was born | |
| To die in your arm in Berlin |
| zuo ci : Hagen, Ramone | |
| Junkies, whores and pimps | |
| Devils around my bed | |
| There is no choice and no difference | |
| And no one seems to notice | |
| Sometimes I feel like screaming | |
| Sometimes I feel like I just can' t win | |
| Sometimes I feel like I was born | |
| To die in your arm in Berlin | |
| Intoxicated by the orchids | |
| Abandoned in the garden | |
| Demanding morphine for communion | |
| Because my soul was burning | |
| Sometimes I feel like screaming | |
| Sometimes I feel like I just cant win | |
| Sometimes I feel like I was born | |
| To die in your arm in Berlin | |
| Stranded in the sweet windings | |
| Breathing the pale moon silver | |
| Tasting the last drops of life | |
| From a sweet transvestite' s lips | |
| Sometimes I feel like screaming | |
| Sometimes I feel like I just can' t win | |
| Sometimes I feel like I was born | |
| To die in your arm in Berlin |
| zuò cí : Hagen, Ramone | |
| Junkies, whores and pimps | |
| Devils around my bed | |
| There is no choice and no difference | |
| And no one seems to notice | |
| Sometimes I feel like screaming | |
| Sometimes I feel like I just can' t win | |
| Sometimes I feel like I was born | |
| To die in your arm in Berlin | |
| Intoxicated by the orchids | |
| Abandoned in the garden | |
| Demanding morphine for communion | |
| Because my soul was burning | |
| Sometimes I feel like screaming | |
| Sometimes I feel like I just cant win | |
| Sometimes I feel like I was born | |
| To die in your arm in Berlin | |
| Stranded in the sweet windings | |
| Breathing the pale moon silver | |
| Tasting the last drops of life | |
| From a sweet transvestite' s lips | |
| Sometimes I feel like screaming | |
| Sometimes I feel like I just can' t win | |
| Sometimes I feel like I was born | |
| To die in your arm in Berlin |