In Berlin

All kinds of colours tickling my skin In Berlin All kinds of colours tickling my skin In Berlin, in Berlin The sound of the city, it´s loud strange not pretty It hits me right there, while I stand here and stare At the beauty and the chaos And the chaos and the beauty That surrounds me in Berlin, in Berlin, in Berlin, in Berlin, in Berlin A young man preaches politics while spring is in the air In Berlin A young man preaches politics while spring is in the air In Berlin, in Berlin Well, people stop and stare but there´s music in the air And a stormfront is coming, winters last rebellion Well, the young man - he shouts into the wind Yeah, the young man - he shouts into the wind In Berlin, in Berlin, in Berlin, in Berlin There are thousands of people busying round In Berlin, in Berlin There are thousands of people busying round In Berlin, in Berlin, in Berlin Well, it looks like an anthill - but it makes me feel free So I´m drifting through the streets Of Berlin, of Berlin I breath the taste of the city Take a rest for some coffee And fall in love in Berlin, in Berlin I breath the taste of the city Take a rest for some coffee And fall in love in Berlin, in Berlin In Berlin, in Berlin, in Berlin, in Berlin