Haus in Neu-Berlin

There is a house in New Berlin
They call it House Abendrot
It was the ruin of many good boys
For me, my God, I suffered

If I had listened to my leader
I would be home today
I was young and foolish
I was a poor boy
Led astray and mean

Tell my little sister
Not to follow me
To avoid the house in New Berlin
The house called Abendrot

My mother was a seamstress
She sold this uniform
My beloved is a drinker
My God, she likes to drink in New Berlin

I'm going back to New Berlin
Driven by my misery
I'll spend the rest of my days there
There by the House Abendrot