Oh... We're in Germany again
And we might see the greatest Rhein...
But actually it was like arsehole pain
Because Schumachers' style blew up my brain.
You do not have to go to Paris
By bus, airplane or even ferries.
Accelerator and car power
Will in Berlin find Eiffel Tower.
"Kunst" word... it doesn't make a sense...
Please, German people, no offence.
Not knowing what could really fit
We can just see that this is it.
This house is Kunst, there is no doubt,
And it looks like thing to be proud...
But, Germans, just advice, no lie –
Go Amsterdam for getting high.
You know proverb about bird
And bush, and hands... I'm sure you heard.
But bird's in hands or not – no matter,
Without this bush our life'd be better.
Berlin is not unusual city,
It's not like Norway or Tahiti.
And even more, not say too much,
Berlin has own Triumphal Arch.
We can see Russians everywhere,
Matryoshka, vodka... I don't care.
But really strange why in Berlin
So many them around within.
This is the city oldest street.
You can't believe how many feet
Were there on it, both old and new,
But it's quite odd now – no one Jew...
Despite how many times you turn
That handle and how fast it goes,
I'd rather offer to concern
To throw it out, I suppose.
The road signs can look quite weird
And more than that, the fright appeared...
Too many arrows, shapes for vision...
It's not the help to make decision.
If you are looking for the meal
And stomach cramps you even feel,
The Chinese cafe at train station
Helps you to find gratification.
I can't imagine whose this fault
And no one wants investigate,
But you should know how I was told
Berlin looks after Love Parade.
The best thing there's again the sky –
The cleanest thing and really high.
So let's fuck Paris and Berlin,
Go somewhere else we have not been.
