Berlin-Depressive Age

You grow to a big town at one time And then your tracks lost line The wartimes draw your heart away To west, north, south, east, everywhere And then they cut you not for fun Since '61 the wound still runs To save the political pride To heat the cold war with you Berlin, a suburb or the westworld's eye I cannot love, cannot deny You boil too fast til you dry Anytime you're dry Now you are bigger than before But decadence grows in your soul You spit that oil straight on our head The clever get rich, the weak ones mad In streets, in subways goes the race The others come to find their ways These countries where they are from Are poor why are we rich here Berlin, a suburb or the westworld's eye I cannot love, cannot deny You boil too fast til you dry And I will fly