柏林歌词

Berlin (柏林) - Small Sur

Took a walk on a Sunday

To the park where they sing

Through the market where they peddle

Almost everything

Berlin

Berlin

Then that evening with some friends

We spoke fondly of all things

Laughed much louder than the others

And our bellies

They filled with light

Berlin

Berlin

Berlin

Sometimes darkness it creeps in

To my body while I'm sleeping

And I watch you fall

From the pedestal

Where you've rested for so long

Berlin

Berlin