The city's spread beneath my feet, But not the one that I was after While I've been pounding out this beat The length of the Kudamm. Street legends on the tourist map, A fading script in Gothic, Out in the studio they're Rehearsing in drag for a lark. Come on, let's get lost in the dark.
Tale another step, another move, another pace, What isn't written in the manuscript is a note to play with grace And if I exit from this story in a way I might retrace It will have fallen through the cracks when I come back In any case Another time's another place.
The city's spread beneath my feet From the top of the Mercedes tower And I can see the darkness closing in Hour by hour.
But I can't take another step, no filling in, no cut and paste, A bankrupt process for the memory, this terrain is laid to waste.
No, nothing's written in the history books That doesn't leave a nasty taste; So should I start to tell the story Will you put me in my place? 'Cause it'll all be crash and burn When I return...in any case Another time's another place.
Just when did this get broken? I don't know where to begin - I got a Ubahn ticket and a Flohmarkt token.... I'm in trouble in the rubble of Berlin
The light is getting dimmer, The walls of history close in. In Babelsberg they're hunting For a different Stimmung That predates the war.
That was before, That was before, That was a different Berlin, That was another Berlin, That was before in Berlin. Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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