[bad word] vom Görlitzer Park
Were cold as a stone in the ground
Aber Steine sind eben so stark
As [bad word] hid under the mound

And your hair was red as the glow
Of the fire that fell from the sky
And [bad word] are covered with snow 
Just as white as the white of your eye

And the trains of Berlin [bad word] her und hin
Through tunnels below in the dark
But the station is gone
So I’ll wait for you on [bad word] of Görlitzer Park

In the garden of frozen desire
On the derelict couch we sat down
Wie die Stadt hier wir brauchten ein Feuer
Um uns aufzuwecken vom Traum

Und du mit den blutigen Haaren
Ich seh’ deine Augen sind zu
So I’ll be the Wihelmine Baron 
And you can be the ewiger Jew

And the trains of Berlin [bad word] her und hin
Through tunnels below in the dark
But the station is gone
So I’ll wait for you on [bad word] of Görlitzer Park

From the ivy of [bad word] station
To the Treptower Soviet blade
You’ve built your triumphant narration 
Out of stones from the Mendelssohn grave

Where the sun is as gold as the names on the ground
And the walls grow up over the trees
And the tower antenna is haunting the town
And the past is a quiet disease.

Where the air is filled up with sparrows 
When once it was clouded with crows
And the Sleepwalker shot his last arrow 
Then he buried himself with his bow.

Oh my lover, my murderer’s daughter
 [bad word] to my sins
Our city of love and of slaughter
Wird immer noch heißen Berlin.

And the trains of Berlin [bad word] her und hin
Through tunnels below in the dark
But the station is gone
So I’ll wait for you on [bad word] of Görlitzer Park