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 feelin' my soul is as restless as the wind Maybe I was born to die in Berlin
I 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 screamin' Sometimes I feel I just can't win Sometimes I feelin' my soul is as restless as the wind Maybe I was born to die in Berlin
(Third verse in German) Küss mich jetzt Mädchen, es ist alles wahr Du kannst es lesen in der Morgenpost,OK, der Winte rwird wieder kalt werden, Berliner wollen Amerika, von Menschen die sterben, Unter den weißen Blüten
Sometimes I feel like screamin' Sometimes I feel I just can't win Sometimes I feelin' my soul is as restless as the wind Maybe I was born to die in Berlin Maybe I was born to die in BerlinTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
