1 <br /> <br />O you Berlin, you colorful stone, you beast. <br />You cast me with street lamps like briars. <br />Ah, when one flows in the night through your lamps <br />After women, silky, plump. <br />A man gets dizzy from the eye-play. <br />The little moon-candy sweetens the sky. <br />When the days struck the steeples. <br />The head still glows, a red Chinese lantern. <br /> <br /> <br />2 <br /> <br />Soon I must leave you, my Berlin. <br />Must again travel into the desolate cities. <br />Soon I shall sit on the distant hill tops. <br />In dense woods carve your name. <br />Farewell, Berlin, with your bold fires. <br />Farewell, your streets full of adventures. <br />Who has known as much as I have of your pain. <br />Saloons, you, I press you to my breast. <br /> <br /> <br />3 <br /> <br />In meadows and in pure winds peacefully <br />Cheerful people may glide along gleefully. <br />We, however, rotten and poisoned long ago, <br />Would deceive ourselves with this stepping into heaven <br />In strange cities I move about without direction. <br />The strange days are hollow and like chalk. <br />You, my Berlin, you opium rush, you bastard. <br />Only he who knows longing knows what I suffer.<br /><br />Alfred Lichtenstein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/songs-to-berlin/
