Come out of the club, had been nice
Reeking booze, am wiped out, such a nice life
Go across dead bodies (alcohol), who decompose on my way
I see the rats feeding to repletion
In shadows of doner kebab shops
Stumping through puke at the Kotti, Junks are dopey
Atzen sniff everywhere, misbehave
Scene-snooty-nosed little upstarts on the desperate search after the scene ; pierced girls, who want me to read "Straßenfeger"
Half past five, my eyes burn,
Tread on a guy sleeping between dead pigeons
Hysterical shrews nag and are in panic because
at the corner is stress between Tarek and Sam
Tarek says, "Shut up,
Or I'll beat in your face"
Sam is in a blue funk but he can't say nothing either-
The red soup drops on the asphalt
I get sick to my stomach, I close my coat because it's cold
(chorus)
Good morning Berlin
you can be so ugly, so dirty and grey
you can be so horrible in a beautiful way
your nights feed me
It might be the best for me
I go home and sleep late
and during I am running through the streets
it gets slowly black to blue
Tired silhouettes in the neon light
with deep crinkles in their faces
the morining shift is silent, everybody stays for himself
Frustration comes up because the bus doesn't arrive...
and everywhere is shit, rather you have to float
Everybody has a dog but noone to talk to
I'm always breathing with my mouth, that's part of my life
I feel unhealthy, need something clean against it
I have a full head, I need to drink a juice
I am urgent up for "Bagdads Backwaren"
It's warm there, I can abandon myself to my dreams
With Fatima, the cute pastries seller
R'n'B ballads come out of a parking Benz
Finishing time for the street gangs
A hooligan lies in a woman's arms and blubs
This city is even not that hard as you were thinking
(chorus)
I am wiped out, grinding your dust out of my eyes
You know that you're not beautiful
Your panorama buggers
You don't even look beautiful from a distance
But the sun is raising up at the moment
And I know, if I want or I don't
that I need you for breething