Berlin looks fine Menschen am Sonntag Weimar sunshine People on Sunday Days when the light scorches through And brows are wrinkling Those were the days I courted you Beneath the S-Bahn And you, you would bring your record machine, Your awkward best friend And I would bring mine, too. Berlin looks fine Menschen am Sonntag Weimar sunshine People on Sunday There is a world we knew Beneath the branches And I want to lie there with you I won't deny it And who could disturb our lakeside idyll? The weekend's last breath A Zeitgeist almost through Berlin looks fine Menschen am Sonntag Weimar sunshine People on Sunday Sunday