Berlin beat

As the snow falls over cold Berlin,
Warned hearts walk down the street.
This may not be a free city
And under the command of the allied powers
This city dances to the beat of love.

This is a House of free people,
Warmed hearts, music until the dawn.
In the city of Berlin where dreams come true
Punks and Nazis roam the streets
Spreading wonder, wild hairs, fear, leather.
Even they dance to the beat of this House.

The snow falls over cold Berlin.
Bright morning, deep clubbing
The beat in here never ends.