Intoxicated by the orchids abandoned in the garden
  Demanding morphine curse my soul is burning
  Stranded in the sweet wonderings
  breathing the pale moon silver
  Torn painted lips tasting the last drops of life
    Sometimes I feel like screaming
  Sometimes I feel I just can't win
  Sometimes I feelin' my soul is as restless as the wind
  Maybe I was born to die in Berlin
    I sprinkled cocaine on the floor
  when no one was watching
  I closed my eyes and I let myself sleep
  Creeps and dirty bastards,
  demons waitin' by my bed
  There's no choice or difference,
  no one seems to notice
    Sometimes I feel like screamin
  Sometimes I feel I just can't win
  Sometimes I feelin' my soul is as restless as the wind
  Maybe I was born to die in Berlin
    [Third verse in German]
    Sometimes I feel like screamin
  Sometimes I feel I just can't win
  Sometimes I feelin' my soul is as restless as the wind
  Maybe I was born to die in Berlin
  Maybe I was born to die in Berlin