This time it's just a goldrush town
Oh these sored red eyes have seen the Wall come down
A place of fear is a sense of loss
All the thanks have gone and the power' switched off

Young girl sleeps in the hifi-store
She's got a cardboard house on a concrete floor
Cameras flash in the baritone sax
And the busker smiles
It's just a tourist trap

It's a meeting point between east and west
Between a refugee and a hotel guest
It's the meeting point it's like a station here
No wonder I'm impatient
Some people who call me crazy or simply sentimental
You better believe your eyes
Just look out through window

It's just a goldrush town
It's just a goldrush town
It's just a goldrush town
Berlin