Letra da Música Born To Die In Berlin de Nina Hagen

Junkies, whores and pimps
Devils around my bed
There is
no choice and no difference
And no one seems to notice

Sometimes I feel like screaming
Sometimes I feel
like I just can't win
Sometimes I feel like I was
born
To die in your arm in Berlin

Intoxicated by
the orchids
Abandoned in the garden
Demanding morphine
for communion
Because my soul was burning

Sometimes I feel like screaming
Sometimes I feel like I
just cant win
Sometimes I feel like I was born
To die
in your arm in Berlin

Stranded in the sweet
windings
Breathing the pale moon silver
Tasting the
last drops of life
From a sweet transvestite's lips

Sometimes I feel like screaming
Sometimes I feel
like I just can't win
Sometimes I feel like I was
born
To die in your arm in Berlin