This German morning of winter grey and street lights
The mist is warning — the day to wait it’s turn
The city stumbles — to find the boots in bedrooms
A new wife wonders — why must he go so soon
She’s crying in Berlin —
Love is flying from Berlin
She’s been trying hard to fight her fears
But she knows her tears — will win
A sip of coffee — he sends a smile to greet her
Just for a second — she forgets what lovers have to learn
An empty window — an empty bed — an empty chair
She curses history — then hides her face behind her hair
And she’s crying in Berlin
Her world is flying from Berlin
She’s been trying hard to force a smile —
Will war’s denial ever end
She’s crying in Berlin
Her world is dying in Berlin
She’s been trying hard to fight her fears
But she knows her tears — will win
She’s crying in Berlin
A darkened doorway — an empty street — an empty heart
There is no sure way — to know if they will stay apart
He dissapears then — a waving hand she won’t forget
One thing is certain — she will always see his silhouette
When she’s crying in Berlin
When she’s crying in Berlin
When she’s trying hard to fight her fears
She’ll fight her tears — and win
She’s crying in Berlin
There’s no denying — It’s a sin — It’s a sin
When the cities burn — love waits its turn —
For her and him
Crying in Berlin — crying in Berlin
She’s been trying hard to force a smile
Will war’s denial — ever end
Crying in Berlin
When the cities burn — love waits its turn — for her and him
Crying in Berlin — Crying in Berlin