Текст песни Berlin - English Version - Unprocessed

I'm going down the stairs into the club
I leave behind the week, it get me stuck
Your sins of doubtful death make me feel safe
I walk upon the death of my own faith

Berlin
Du bist in Berlin

Berlin
Du bist in Berlin

And you're so cold when the wind
Blows in your narrow street at night
And you're so cold when a kid
Learns to follow me outside

The fire keeps me craving for the snow
My mirror, the observer of my show
The smell of the perfume, it turns me on
I feel like I've become the devil's son

And you're so cold when the wind
Blows in your narrow street at night
And you're so cold when a kid
Learns to follow me outside

Berlin
Du bist in Berlin

And you're so cold when the wind
Blows in your narrow street at night
And you're so cold (you're so cold) when a kid
Learns to follow me outside