It's crashed, our poor soul like Berlin after war smashed by the bombs in the abyss it's lost neither we can sleep at night with nothing by our side we can smell the electric air before the storm and this dark grey sky weighs down on my chest while we’re lying on the roof drunken with tears
it’s not for the lies it’s not for the sorrow it’s not for the time we’ll waste tomorrow it’s not for this song writ with the blood it’s not for the ladies it’s not for your love it’s not for the dreams we forgot on the way it’s not for the happiness we’ve never found not for your expressions one cent for your thoughts singing this song with tears in your eyes
for all the lovers, for all the addicts, for all the rejects who are living as in Berlin after war for all the prostitutes, for all the murderers for all the rejects who are feeling as in Berlin after war
we can’t go back at home now it’s all smashed by bombs we will shelter under our eyes and under this dark grey sky
it’s not for the dead it’s not for the pain it’s not for the unspoken words it’s not for the spells it’s not for the magic it’s not for the devil it’s not for your love it’s not for the friends we’ve forgot on the way it’s not for the love we’ve never found not for your questions one cent for your thoughts singing this song with tears in your eyes
for all the lovers, for all the addicts, for all the rejects who are living as in Berlin after war for all the prostitutes, for all the murderers for all the rejects who are feeling as in Berlin after war