Born to die in berlin

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

Küss mich jetzt, Mädchen
Es ist alles wahr
Du kannst es lesen in der Morgenpost, OK
Der Winter wird wieder kalt werden
Und Berliner wollen Amerika
Von Menschen, die sterben
Unter den weißen Blüten

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