Born To Die In Berlin

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 can't win 
Sometimes I feelin' my soul is as restless as the wind 
Well 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 [bad word]  demons waitin' by my bed 
There's no choice or difference, no one seems to notice 

Sometimes I feel like screamin' 
Sometimes I feel I just can't win 
Sometimes I feelin' my soul is as restless as the wind 
Well maybe I was born to die in Berlin 

(Third verse in German) 

Sometimes I feel like screamin' 
Sometimes I feel I just can't win 
Sometimes I feelin' my soul is as restless as the wind 
Well maybe I was born to die in Berlin 
Maybe I was born to die in Berlin