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 feel like 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 screaming
Sometimes I feel I just can’t win
Sometimes I feel like my soul is as restless as the wind
Maybe I was born to die in Berlin
Küss mich jetzt, Mädchen, es ist alles wahr
Du kannst es lesen in der Morgenpost, okay
Der Winter wird wieder kalt werden und Berliner wollen Amerika
Von Menschen die sterben unter den weißen Blüten
Sometimes I feel like screaming
Sometimes I feel I just can’t win
Sometimes I feel like my soul is as restless as the wind
Maybe I was born to die in Berlin
Maybe I was born to die in Berlin