These sore red eyes explore the room again.

The signed pictures of film stars who stayed here in eras

that knew of no wall.

Berlin...Berlin... Berlin...Berlin...



Part of the old world lives

On this island in Germany

And still out there through the window at six in the

morning. The essence survives.

Berlin...Berlin... Berlin...Berlin...



Come they told me, down to the dark clubs at night

They'll surprise you , the one's who are asleep when it's light

So outrangeous, like tropical birds in a cage

Out from underneath their stones.

Berlin...Berlin... Berlin...Berlin...

Berlin...Berlin... Berlin...Berlin...



Young faces new ideals, in search of paradise

They merge into the history, the theatre of memories

that make up the feel of

Berlin...Berlin... Berlin...Berlin