I've walked in your street and reserve the taste of your memories on my skin When the skies is fall on me in the light of a morning lost in Berlin... I've see the beauty of your history and I get stoned from the loud of your life where you can hear yourself think enough in the light of a morning lost in Berlin... I've see the gentle colors of the snow that brings my minds back at the days of the poverty where the shadow of the wall took the control of the fears of the man lost in berlin... I can't find my self now 'cose I've lost the sense of everything in these days in Berlin I will find a way to came out from my coscience 'cose I've lost the sense of everything in these days in Berlin I've heard tho loud of the march through the door of victories I've heard the scream of a man that try to skip the wall I've the sound of my heart stop beating at the sound of a shot I felt so stupid when I've lost myself in berlin... I've walked in your street and reserve the taste of your memories on my skin When the skies is fall on me in the light of a morning lost in Berlin