I'm going down the stairs into the club I leave behind the week, it get me stuck Your sins of doubtful death make me feel safe I walk upon the death of my own faith
Berlin ♪ Du bist in Berlin Berlin ♪ Du bist in Berlin ♪ And you're so cold when the wind Blows in your narrow street at night And you're so cold when a kid Learns to follow me outside ♪ The fire keeps me craving for the snow My mirror, the observer of my show The smell of the perfume, it turns me on I feel like I've become the devil's son And you're so cold when the wind Blows in your narrow street at night And you're so cold when a kid Learns to follow me outside ♪ Berlin ♪ Du bist in Berlin ♪ And you're so cold when the wind Blows in your narrow street at night And you're so cold (you're so cold) when a kid Learns to follow me outside