Come out of the club, it's been good
Stink of booze, I'm knackered, it's a good life
Step over schnapps corpses that pollute my way
I see the rats eating themselves fat in the shadow of the kebab shop
Stamp through the vomit at Kotti, junkies are pissed
Mates snort around me, make themselves comfortable
Scene-hipsters on a troubled search for the scene
Pierced girls who want me to read "Straßenfеger"
Half five, my eyеs burn
Step on a guy sleeping between two dead pigeons
Hysterical girls bicker and panic and then
On the corner there's stress between Tarek and Sam
Tarek says "Shut your mouth or I'll punch you in the face"
Sam shits himself, but he can't say nothing
Red soup drips on the asphalt
I feel sick, I zip up my jacket because it's cold

[Hook]
Good morning Berlin
You can be so ugly, so dirty and grey
You can be so beautifully terrible
Your nights eat me up
It would probably be best for me
I go home and get some sleep
And as I walk through the street
It slowly turns from black to blue

[Bridge]
Tired forms in neon lights
With deep creases in their faces
The early shift stays silent, everyone keeps to themselves
Frustration comes, because the bus doesn't come

And there's shit everywhere, really you have to float
Everyone has a dog, but no-one to talk to
I constantly breathe through my mouth, it's part of my life
I feel unhealthy, need something pure to treat it
I have a thick head, I need juice
I have a powerful yearning for "Baghdad's Bakery"
It's warm there, I devote myself to my dreams
With Fatima, the sweet baker
R'n'B ballads pump from a parked Benz
Work's over for the street gangs
A hooligan lies in a woman's arms and weeps
The city isn't as hard as you think

[Hook]
Good morning Berlin
You can be so ugly, so dirty and grey
You can be so beautifully terrible
Your nights eat me up
It would probably be best for me
I go home and get some sleep
And as I walk through the street
It slowly turns from black to blue

[Hook]
I'm knackered, rub your dust
Out of my eyes
You're not beautiful, and you know it
Your panorama fucks up
You don't look beautiful from far away
But the sun goes straight up
And I know, whether I want to or not
That I need you in order to breathe