Berlin love

Stilettos strike a rhythm on the cobblestones, like a pulse on the wrist,
You laugh in the face of the cold, rejecting the foul weather.
Your velvet whisper so deeply cuts the night fog,
Berlin passion, my sweet and bold deception.

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Oh, this wild love by the old, austere gates,
Where every glance is like a shot, every exhale is poison.
Intertwining hands in the shade of alleys, without rules and without dates,
You are my fire, my fate, my most precious treasure.


A taxi glides through the wet gleam of sleepless shop windows,
You and I drink the night adrenaline to brotherhood.
Your lipstick on the glass, a torn guitar moan,
There are no saints here, only the two of us have left the template.


Sparks from the eyes when you pull me down,
Our kiss is like stepping out onto an empty ledge.

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Oh, this wild love by the old, austere gates,
Where every glance is like a shot, every exhale is poison.
Intertwining hands in the shade of alleys, without rules and without dates,
You are my fire, my fate, my most precious treasure.




No promises until the white morning!
This game of shadows is hot and sharp.
Masks are thrown off, the tart taste of freedom,
Your kiss is salvation and a devilish bite.

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Oh, this wild love by the old, austere gates,
Where every glance is like a shot, every exhale is poison.
Intertwining hands in the shade of alleys, without rules and without dates,
You are my fire, my fate, my most precious treasure.


Breathing. Noise. A deep breath.
Berlin caught us by surprise.
A guitar cries in the distance.
Your hand is in my hand.