Lyrics

[Verse 1] Warschauer Straße and the rising sun A pocket full of change and three sticks of gum The streets 'round here, they all look the same Spätkauf, Kebab-Shop, again and again [Refrain] Kannst du bitte Die Luft aus dem Glas lassen Can you please Take the air out of my glass? [Verse 2] Hipster with beards eating falafel Wander these streets like herds of cattle Ahh, man that night was long Time to put the sunglasses on [Refrain] Kannst du bitte Die Luft aus dem Glas lassen Can you please Take the air out of my glass? [Verse 3] All I see when I check my mentions Is some curse words and good intentions Everything is gonna be just fine A Sternburg, a stern word and I follow tram lines [Chorus] Good morning, Berlin I can't believe the state I'm in Good morning, Berlin I can't believe the state I'm in Good morning, Berlin I can't believe the state I'm in