Intoxicated by the orchids abandoned in the garden 
Demanding morphine curse my soul is burning 
Stranded in the sweet wonderings 
breathing the pale moon silver 
Torn painted lips tasting the last drops of life 
 
Sometimes I feel like screaming 
Sometimes I feel I just can't win 
Sometimes I feelin' my soul is as restless as the wind 
Maybe I was born to die in Berlin 
 
I sprinkled cocaine on the floor 
when no one was watching 
I closed my eyes and I let myself sleep 
Creeps and dirty bastards, 
demons waitin' by my bed 
There's no choice or difference, 
no one seems to notice 
 
Sometimes I feel like screamin 
Sometimes I feel I just can't win 
Sometimes I feelin' my soul is as restless as the wind 
Maybe I was born to die in Berlin 
 
[Third verse in German] 
 
Sometimes I feel like screamin 
Sometimes I feel I just can't win 
Sometimes I feelin' my soul is as restless as the wind 
Maybe I was born to die in Berlin 
Maybe I was born to die in Berlin