Das Ist Berlin

The city of Berlin has been sung by many,
Who now lie deep under green grass.
For us, these are just memories,
As if Mother read us something from a fairy tale.

Some love it, others gossip.
Some things passed that once turned to dust.
But some things are still the same today as yesterday.
That's Berlin, how it cries, and how it laughs.

Berlin, Berlin, you're a hot spot,
If you don't know you, you'll easily burn your foot.
Where morality lives, so does vice,
And criticism thrives next to sweet talk.

Berlin, Berlin, here people live dangerously,
And if they slip, no one turns around.
But if they succeed - then the applause is honest.
Berlin, Berlin, you're my audience.

Berlin, Berlin, when your flowers bloom
Out there in the allotment garden,
One sees you standing and diligently watering them
The rosemary and also the celery.

As Mother feels her life slipping away,
In the will, quickly added:
'Don't forget to water Father' - -
That's Berlin, how it cries, and how it laughs.
That's Berlin, how it cries, and how it laughs.