City of Night - Peter Schilling

Listen, can’t you hear your crying heart?

My friend, oh I can see you’re torn apart

I look to you thinking of you tonight

Old ghosts, haunt you and they won’t let go

They know, the city can take time to grow

What’s done is done but you are still young, Berlin

Tell me, what will be your final role?

It seems either side would sell your soul

It’s such a high cost when dreams get lost

In Berlin, city of night

You sleep between the East and West

Along the left and right

Broken, kept from the light

You close your eyes and everything

Remains in black and white

Berlin, when will you fight

The mind that draws the border

No one crosses in the city of night

Strange times were to have thought make a whole

You’ll find some old wounds cannot be closed

But I look to you, thinking of you

Oh Berlin, city of night

You sleep between the East and West

Along the left and right

Broken, kept from the light

You close your eyes and everything

Remains in black and white

Berlin, when will you fight

The mind that draws the border

No one crosses in the city of night

Today, in the world of freedom

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«Berlin, city of night

You sleep between the East and West

Along the left and right

Broken, kept from the light

You close your eyes and everything

Remains in black and white

Berlin, when will you fight

The mind that draws the border

No one crosses in the city of

Berlin, city of night

You sleep between the East and West

Along the left and right

Broken, kept from the light

You close your eyes and everything

Remains in black and white

Berlin, when will you fight

The mind that draws the border

No one crosses in the city of night