Texty:
Ute Lemper

Streets of Berlin, I must leave you soon. Will you forget me? Was I ever really here? Streets of Berlin, I muss leave you soon. Oh, will you forget me

The victim was a woman a woman in her prime The suspect was a lover he had no alibi The weapon was a phone call in the dead of night You know I never

Under here you just take my breath away. Under here the water flows over my head. I can feel the little fishes. Under here whispering your most terrible

Streets of Berlin, I must leave you soon. Will you forget me? Was I ever really here? Streets of Berlin, I muss leave you soon. Oh, will you forget me

: Und der Haifisch, der hat Zahne Und die tragt er im Gesicht Und MacHeath, der hat ein Messer Doch das Messer sieht man nicht. Ach, es sind des Haifischs

: The victim was a woman a woman in her prime The suspect was a lover he had no alibi The weapon was a phone call in the dead of night You know I never

: Streets of Berlin, I must leave you soon. Will you forget me? Was I ever really here? Streets of Berlin, I muss leave you soon. Oh, will you forget

: Und der Haifisch, der hat Zahne Und die tragt er im Gesicht Und MacHeath, der hat ein Messer Doch das Messer sieht man nicht. Ach, es sind des Haifischs