Lyrics
Intoxicated by the orchids abandoned in the garden
Feeling intoxicated by abandoned orchids in the garden.
Demanding morphine curse my soul is burning
Expressing a desire for morphine while feeling cursed and burning inside.
Stranded in the sweet wonderings
Feeling stranded in delightful contemplation.
breathing the pale moon silver
Breathing in the beauty of the pale moon's silver light.
Torn painted lips tasting the last drops of life
Tasting the last drops of life with torn painted lips.
Sometimes I feel like screaming
Expressing a desire to scream at times.
Sometimes I feel I just can't win
Feeling a sense of inability to win in certain situations.
Sometimes I feelin' my soul is as restless as the wind
Sensing restlessness in the soul, comparable to the wind.
Maybe I was born to die in Berlin
Suggesting a contemplation on being born to die in Berlin.
I sprinkled cocaine on the floor
Symbolically using cocaine, perhaps as an escape or indulgence.
when no one was watching
Performing an action discreetly when no one is watching.
I closed my eyes and I let myself sleep
Closing eyes and letting oneself sleep, possibly indicating a form of escape or surrender.
Creeps and dirty bastards,
Referring to unpleasant individuals as creeps and dirty bastards.
demons waitin' by my bed
Depicting demons waiting by the bed, suggesting inner struggles or fears.
There's no choice or difference
Highlighting a lack of choice or difference, with an unnoticed existence.
no one seems to notice
Emphasizing the lack of awareness from others.
Sometimes I feel like screamin
Reiterating the feeling of wanting to scream at times.
Sometimes I feel I just can't win
Expressing a sense of defeat or inability to succeed.
Sometimes I feelin' my soul is as restless as the wind
Repeating the restlessness of the soul, likening it to the wind.
Maybe I was born to die in Berlin
Revisiting the contemplation of being born to die in Berlin.
Küss mich jetzt Mädchen, es ist alles wahr
Asking to be kissed now, implying an urgency, and referencing truth.
Du kannst es lesen in der Morgenpost okay
Encouraging reading about the truth in the morning newspaper.
der Winte rwird wieder kalt werden, Berliner wollen Amerika
Discussing the return of cold weather in winter and Berliners' desires for America.
von Menschen die sterben, Unter den weißen Blüten
Referencing people dying under white blossoms.
Sometimes I feel like screamin
Reiterating the desire to scream at times.
Sometimes I feel I just can't win
Reexpressing the sense of inability to win in certain situations.
Sometimes I feelin' my soul is as restless as the wind
Repeating the restlessness of the soul, comparing it to the wind.
Maybe I was born to die in Berlin
Revisiting the contemplation of being born to die in Berlin.
Maybe I was born to die in Berlin
Reiterating the contemplation of being born to die in Berlin.
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