歌詞
[Verse 1]
Fuß auf straße in the rising sun
A pocket full o' change and three sticks of gum
The streets 'round here, they all look the same
Spätkauf, kebab shop, again and again
[Verse 2]
Kannst du bitte
Die luft aus dem glas lassen?
Can you, please,
Take the air out of my glass?
[Verse 3]
Hipsters with beards eating falafel
Wander these streets like herds of cattle
Ah, man, that night was long!
Time to put my sunglasses on
[Verse 4]
Kannst du bitte
Die luft aus dem glas lassen?
Can you, please,
Take the air out of my glass?
[Verse 5]
All I see when I check my mentions
Is some curse words and good intentions
Everything is gonna be just fine
A Sternberg, a stern word and I follow tram lines
[Verse 6]
Good morning, Berlin
I can't believe the state I'm in
Good morning, Berlin
I can't believe the state I'm in
Good morning, Berlin
I can't believe the state I'm in
Written by: Art Brut
