Music: Jochen Klemp, Lyrics: Jan Lubitzki    You grow to a big town at one time  And then your tracks lost line  The wartimes draw your heart away  To west, north, south, east, everywhere  And then they cut you not for fun  Since '61 the wound still runs  To save the political pride  To heat the cold war with you    Berlin, a suburb or the westworld's eye  I cannot love, cannot deny  You boil too fast til you dry  Anytime you're dry    Now you are bigger than before  But decadence grows in your soul  You spit that oil straight on our head  The clever get rich, the weak ones mad  In streets, in subways goes the race  The others come to find their ways  These countries where they are from  Are poor why are we rich here    Berlin, a suburb or the westworld's eye  I cannot love, cannot deny  You boil too fast til you dry  And I will fly