These sore red eyes explore the room again   The signed pictures of film stars   Who stayed here in eras that knew of no wall, Berlin      Part of the old world lives on this island in Germany   Still out there through the window at six in the morning   The essence survives, Berlin      Come, they told me, down to the dark clubs at night   They'll surprise you, the one's who are asleep when it's light   So outrageous, like tropical birds in a cage   Out from underneath their stones, Berlin      Young faces new ideals in search of paradise   They merge into the history, the theater of memories   That make up the feel of Berlin