Оригинален текст
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 cant 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 theres no choice or difference, no one seems to notice
Sometimes I feel like screamin sometimes I feel I just cant 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 cant 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