Wenn es dunkel und kalt wird in Berlin English translation
von Element of Crime

I would like to be a gummy bear.
There are the yellow ones and the red ones.
They're all complete idiots.
I would have thousands of colleagues.
We don't have to move much
And yet we would be on a great journey
Travel the world, until it
devours and spares us.
I was spared the hassle of going from house to house.
When it gets dark and cold in Berlin.

The outlook is bleak.
Deceptive is the word.
Send me a message. I'm giving you the cold shoulder.
There are many memories attached to it.
You can smoke that in a pipe.
When it gets dark and cold in Berlin.


Where the air is at its worst.
Is the breathing more intense
And the coughing more attractive
Than anywhere else in the world
And someone always holds
The mulled wine drinker's flag high!
A lot can go wrong in the end.
As everywhere in life:
He who can no longer stand, falls down.
When it gets dark and cold in Berlin.

A smoker is the fog.
A bum is what the day is.
There's a hole where the miniature golf course used to be yesterday.
A shopping center is being built there now.
You can buy something nice for yourself with that.
When it gets dark and cold in Berlin.

A wood auction is taking place in the Grunewald forest.
They need some folklore there.
How the junkies get their drugs
And when the brass band makes noise,
all worries are far away,
and whether you eat your currywurst
with or without casing.
Whether you are rich or poor.
No one looks closely at that.
When it gets dark and cold in Berlin.


Red is curry ketchup.
Green is starboard.
Separate the chaff from the wheat and
Throw the wheat away.
I still have a warm beer lying around somewhere.
You can use it to water the flowers.
When it gets dark and cold in Berlin.

Where this path ends.
Is an angel lying in wait?
Where the wall once stood.
The world parted like a comb.
Part the hair and style it for the long term.
Will that probably be between you and me?
Are you saying that nothing will be alright again?
But in heaven as on earth.
No one can see into the future.
When it gets dark and cold in Berlin.

Come to my house.
Over a cup of tea
I'll show you my collection of
stones from the Spree river.
They are round and heavy and smooth and dirty green.
We'll all be crying then.
When it gets dark and cold in Berlin.