I was dancing at the gates of a temple on the island of a swan-god;
I listened to the prophet of light and joined his followers on the great mountain;
I was sitting under of the four-fold roots of the tree with a smile on my lips;
I was watching a humble man dying in all his glory on the sacred wood;
I carried wooden shield and a battle ax to the walls of eternal city;
I listened to the tales of the camel driver when his caravan stopped to rest;
I was among the men in white capes crossing river holding their lances tight;
I was helping the young priest to write his beautiful poems of love;
I build the greatest temple and buried my tools under it in a secret chamber;
I gave the map of the new world to the man of great skills in navigation;
I rode next to the eastern king when he crossed the longest river;
I spoke to the reformer when he prepared his theses for a great gathering;
I taught the astronomer how to build a machine to watch seven planets;
I shook the apple tree in the garden where the alchemist rested;
I helped tall young boy to ascend to the throne of a snowy wasteland;
I sailed to the end of the Earth on a tall ship with a man of adventure;
I was with an artillery captain when he stepped on the path to eternal glory;
I saw how the city of lights fell to the ruddy giants in shining armor;
I was dancing in the city on the silver river, enjoying fresh air and passionate music;
I rode dusty roads of southern country with a leader of peasant guerillas;
I was running away from drunken sailors on the streets of a capital city;
I hid myself in the room of marble and gold when the mob attacked the palace;
I was flying with Italian over a frozen ocean, and searched for a lost explorer;
I was walking with the man and his dog on the paths of his mountain retreat;
I was drinking ale in dingy pub in the imperial city day before crossing the channel;
I was with the men of a great courage on their way to the great beyond;
I returned to the city of a good air after the sea war was over;
Where I again danced that neverending dance of eternal life.
I left my soul in Berlin…
I left my soul in Berlin,
I left it on Ku’damm and Unter den Linden,
I left it in Charlottenburg and Potsdam.
I left my soul in a small backstreet café and in Salomon Bagels.
I left my soul in Tiergarten and Potsdammerplatz,
And in U-Bahn stations.
I left my soul with taxi drivers and waiters,
Bartender in a bar, and people on the street.
My soul is still there, walking along Lützowufer,
Sitting on the steps of cathedral,
Strolling through the rooms of museums,
Riding the elevator in Sofitel.
It’s still over there, lonely and sad,
And my eyes here full of tears
With a single thought of Berlin,
Where I left forever my soul.