Intoxicated by the orchids abandoned in the garden
Demanding morphine curse my soul is burning
Stranded in the sweet wonderings
Breathing the pale moon silver
Torn painted lips tasting the last drops of life
Sometimes 
I feel like screaming
Sometimes 
I feel I just can't win
Sometimes 
I feel that my soul is as restless as the wind
Well maybe 
I was born a to die in 
BerlinI sprinkled cocaine on the floor
When no one was watching
I closed my eyes and 
I let myself sleep
Creeps and dirty bastards, demons waitin' by my bed
There's no choice or difference, no one seems to notice
Sometimes 
I feel like screaming
Sometimes 
I feel I just can't win
Sometimes 
I feel that my soul is as restless as the wind
Well maybe 
I was born to die in 
Berlin[foreign content]
Sometimes 
I feel like screaming
Sometimes 
I feel I just can't win
Sometimes 
I feel that my soul is as restless as the wind
Well maybe 
I was born to die in 
BerlinMaybe 
I was born to die in 
Berlin