It was Berlin

'' 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 ...