March 30, 2011
By Anonymous

Streets are filled with laughter
Nights are light and loud
You're never lonely
But you're never by yourself
The roads are filthy
Graffiti, dirty paint and bills
Are defacing the walls
Art disappears in the mess
People don't see you
When you're walking down the street
Even if you're in a sorry state
Our actual language is one in a million
But it makes our culture diverse

I wouldn't want to change a thing
I love Berlin

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