Intoxicated by the orchids abandoned in the garden Demanding morphine

Curse my soul is burning Stranded in the sweet wonderings breathing the

Pale moon silver Torn painted lips tasting the last drops of life



Sometimes I feel like screaming Sometimes I feel I just can't win

Sometimes I feelin' my soul is as restless as the wind Maybe

I was born to die in Berlin



I sprinkled cocaine on the floor when no one was watching I closed

My eyes and I let myself sleep Creeps and dirty bastards, demons waitin'

by my bed There's no choice or difference, no one seems to notice



Sometimes I feel like screamin' Sometimes I feel I just can't win

Sometimes I feelin' my soul is as restless as the wind

Maybe I was born to die in Berlin



(Third verse in German)



Sometimes I feel like screamin' Sometimes I feel I just can't win

Sometimes I feelin' my soul is as restless as the wind



Maybe I was born to die in Berlin Maybe I was born to die in Berlin