Berlin (English version)

I'm going down the stairs into the club I leave behind the week, it get me stuck Your sins of doubtful death make me feel safe I walk upon the death of my own faith Berlin Du bist in Berlin Berlin Du bist in Berlin And you're so cold when the wind Blows in your narrow street at night And you're so cold when a kid Learns to follow me outside The fire keeps me craving for the snow My mirror, the observer of my show The smell of the perfume, it turns me on I feel like I've become the devil's son And you're so cold when the wind Blows in your narrow street at night And you're so cold when a kid Learns to follow me outside Berlin Du bist in Berlin And you're so cold when the wind Blows in your narrow street at night And you're so cold (you're so cold) when a kid Learns to follow me outside