L'homme de Berlin

Under the grimy sky that wept with boredom
Under the light rain that fell on him
Him… the man from Berlin…
In the old neighborhood in the middle of the night
He stood there, he was all I could see
Him… the man from Berlin…
A stranger in Berlin, where I had just arrived
When you’re not expecting anything
When you want to change everything
Berlin is worth Berlin
I need so little to believe, in life
That everything can change, and why not him?...
Him… the man from Berlin
I could already see myself loving him for life
I was starting over, it was with him
Him… the man from Berlin…

Don’t talk to me about chance
About heaven, or fate
About future returns, or hope
About destiny, or eternity
Don’t talk to me about Berlin
Since Berlin means nothing to me
Don’t talk to me about Berlin
Even if Berlin is everything to me

Under the grimy sky that wept with boredom
Under the light rain that fell on him
Him… the man from Berlin…
I took him for love, he was just a passerby
An eternity of a few moments
Him… the man from Berlin
Because he, the man from Berlin, was also seeking forgetfulness
He went too far away
Because to waste his life
It’s not just Berlin
In every face, I see only him
And in every night, I sleep with him
Him… the man from Berlin
Under what grimy sky does he spend his life
And in what Berlin does he drag his life
Him… the man from Berlin

But there’s not just one man in this damn country!...
Here or elsewhere…
There’s not just him…
There’s not just him…
There’s not just him…
There’s not just him…
There’s not just him…
There’s not just him… him… him…