Took a walk on a Sunday
to the park where they sing,
through the market where they peddle
almost everything.
Berlin,
Berlin!
Then that evening with some friends,
we spoke fondly of all things,
laughed much louder than the others
and our bellies,
they filled with light!
Berlin,
Berlin!
Oooooh, Berlin!
Sometimes darkness, it creeps in-
to my body while I'm sleeping.
and I watch you fall,
from the pedestal,
where you've rested for so long.
Berlin,
Berlin!
Oooooh, Berlin!