Berlin

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Eins, zwei, drei, vier.
Eins, zwei, drei, vier.

Berlin, 17.
Skinny Lister and some Beans:
man standing on a chair
somewhere deep in Friedrichshain.
Wegbier walks at half past two,
one for me and one for you;
Fresh graffiti in the loo;
Steven got a poke tattoo.
Pfeffi shots and then some more.
Sleeping on a Legion floor.

Eins, zwei, drei, vier.
Eins, zwei, drei, vier.

Berlin, well, well.
Fly back in for Arkells.
Max and Felix seem to gel.
Glitter and a pint of Hells.
Streetlife beckons, hear it say
"Follow me across the Spree,
Down the steps to Cassiopeia,
We can dance the night away."
Stumble back to Friedrichshain;
on the Legion floor again.

Eins, zwei, drei, vier.
Eins, zwei, drei, vier.

Berlin, 22:
Back to do the things we do.
Band of brothers, happy few
Four more evenings to lose.
Here to break this long blockade.
Air lifted, duty paid
Viral nightmares seem to fade
Vital memories are made.
Come together to the task
finally without the mask.

Eins, zwei, drei, vier.
Eins, zwei, drei, vier.

Berlin in the day is cool -
pavement cafes, avenues -
but at night it truly rules,
when the humdrum world unspools.
Then the walls come down again:
Ossi, Wessi, mein Liebchen,
all the women and the men
und alle Dazwischen,
join together, love and beer
Eins, zwei, drei, vier.
Eins, zwei, drei, vier.
Eins, zwei, drei, vier.
Eins, zwei, drei, vier.