Fischer-Z - 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...