\'\' Das war berlin .Es bleibt nichts mehr übrig...\'\'
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Berlin is a poorly dressed thought
of post-apocalyptic circus music .
Uncle Adolf has a bohemian spirit
and he\'s bored at the chancellery .
God calls the believer
to the big bazaar
and Lucifer is the owner
of a gay night club ...
Berlin has a taste for the open sour,
french fries and kebab flavors...
poets and thinkers have been hanged,
judges and executioners
took the stairway to heaven .
Berlin looks bad and ashamed.
It\'s reeks of epidemics...
Even jazz is fired ,
streets singing a bloody damn\' blues...
Radio free rat collapses...
I dream of the Abu Dabhi marina
and its fat hallal babies ...
A blondie upgrades to first class
like a bonsai on a scooter ,
I want her to taste the grass ,
and singing :
\'\' In my solitude you haunt me
with reveries of day gone by
in my solitude you taunt me
with memories that will not die ! \'\'
But I don\'t dare !
I recognized Lili Marlene ...
Wat does it matter ?
Mother courage is kaput .
Tomorrow it\'ll weep
over grimaces and rhinestones...
Beer will flow in dead knickers
and I \'d take a blow to the heart ...
Berlin , your angel on the reefs
was found dead drunk
in a sob from the Spree ...
At the central station ,
a guy in green and grey ,
straight out of a Grimm fury tale
will assign me a carriage to Warsaw.
Before last roll of the dice
and games over on the Oder
I would have laughed ...
I \'m outta here .
It was Berlin and nothing remains ...