White snow, turning to slush
A festival of brown in the city of my crush
If you wanna look around, you can step inside
Oh, Berlin
Who could think they would find you by just looking?
Oh, Berlin
How many of us hide in here?
Oh, Berlin
To think that I could know you by your name
To stare and not be stared at
To look and not be seen
To feel new feelings, rather than understand where you've just been
Thing
Oh, Berlin
Who could think they would find you by just looking?
Oh, Berlin
When you flap your angel wings
Oh, Berlin
To think that I could know you by your name
Chasing the ghosts of our heroes, Louis
David Bowie, Biggie, Wim Wenders, Rilke
To change location, rather than change yourself
To ask for directions, rather than ask for help
To remain always a true fan
Oh, Berlin
Who could think they would find you by just looking?
Oh, Berlin
When you flap your angel wings
Oh, Berlin
To think that I could know you by your name
Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angelic orders?
And even if one were to suddenly take me to its
Heart, I would vanish into its stronger existence
For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror
That we are still able to bear and we revere
It so because it calmly disdains to destroy us
Every angel is terror
Oh, Berlin
Who could think they would find you by just looking?
Oh, Berlin
How many of us hide in here?
Oh, Berlin
To think that I could know you by your single name
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