Amidst the ruins of Berlin
Trees are in bloom as they have never been
Sometimes at night you feel in all your sorrow
A perfume as of a sweet tomorrow
That's when you realize at last
They won't return the phantoms of the past
A brand new spring is to begin
Out of the ruins of Berlin
In the ruins of Berlin
The flowers start to bloom again
And at night you sense from every side
A fragrance, as if from old times
In the ruins of Berlin
The trees in bloom perfume your path
On the ruins of Berlin
The new spring will start