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• Artiste: Peter Schilling
• Titre: Berlin (City Of Night)
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Listen... can't you hear your crying heart? My friend, oh... I can see you're torn apart. I look to you, thinking of you tonight. Old ghosts... haunt you and they won't let go. They know... a city can take time to grow. What's done is done, but you are still young, Berlin... Tell me, what will be your final role? It seems... either side would sell your soul. Such a high cost, when dreams get lost in Berlin... City of night. You sleep between the east and west, along the left and right. Broken, kept from the light. You close your eyes and everything remains in black and white. Berlin... When will you fight the line that draws the border? No one crosses in the city of night... Strange times, when two halves don't make a whole. You'll find... some old wounds can not be closed. But I look to you, thinking of you tonight... Berlin... City of night. You sleep between the east and west, along the left and right. Broken, kept from the light. You close your eyes and everything remains in black and white. Berlin... When will you fight the line that draws the border? No one crosses in the city of night... <i>Sample -- President Kennedy's speech at Berlin Wall</i> Berlin... City of night. You sleep between the east and west, along the left and right. Broken, kept from the light. You close your eyes and everything remains in black and white. Berlin... When will you fight the line that draws the border? No one crosses in the city of... Berlin... City of night. You sleep between the east and west, along the left and right. Broken, kept from the light. You close your eyes and everything remains in black and white. Berlin... When will you fight the line that draws the border? No one crosses in the city of night...