The city closes its doors.
And except for a few tracks in the snow,
It's full of empty places
And farewell committees.
The facades are grayer today,< br/>As they were a few lifetimes ago.
And the old ones look more tired,
Than in recent years.
And where are all the girls?
Where are all the friends?
Those who have painted the dug-in town,
With meaning.
They are looking for happiness,
In Berlin.
So many hours the scoreboard,
So many days in your baggage,
So many years of rapid standstill,
Do you continue to chase the purpose?
Your houses are now home,
/>For a few people, like you.
And the difference remains tiny,
You search there, they search here.
And save yourself the stories,
I'll wear mine deep in here.
You only have a few more extras,
Where I'm often alone.
We'll see each other at some point,
In Berlin.
There is such a thing A lot to look at.
So if you go, please do it properly.
We can't even look each other in the eye,
Without understanding,
None of that is important anymore.
There's still so much to look at.
So if you're going,
Please do it right.
And don't just stand still in my life,
Without seeing,< br/>None of that matters anymore

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