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]



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 Berlin