Vertaling van: Harrie Jekkers - Over De Muur
East Berlin, Unter den Linden.
People are walking past flags and banners.
Where Lenin are Marx are still being held in high esteem.
And everyone works, hammers and sickles.
While the guards are being changed in parade.
Forty years of socialism, much has been accomplished.
But what is this utopia as long as it's surrounded by walls?
If you have to be anxious and careful of expressing your opinion.
Oh well, what is this utopia, tell me, what is it worth?
When someone who's different is being declared insane.
And only the birds fly from East to West Berlin, are not being called back, nor being shot down.
Over the wall, over the Iron Curtain.
Because sometimes it's the West and sometimes, it's the East where they want to be.
Because sometimes it's the West and sometimes, it's the East where they want to be. West Berlin, the Kurfürstendam.
People are walking past porn and peep shows.
Where Mercedes and Cola are still being held in high esteem.
And the neon advertisements that glitter tempting
Come dancing, come eating, come boozing, come gambling.
That is forty years of freedom, much has been accomplished.
But what is this freedom without a home, without a job.
So many Turks in Kreuzberg, who can barely exist.
Alright, you may demonstrate, but with your back against the will.
And only if you've got money, freedom is not expensive.
And only the birds fly from East to West Berlin, are not being called back, nor being shot down.
Over the wall, over the Iron Curtain.
Because sometimes it's the West and sometimes, it's the East where they want to be.
Because there is bread sometimes, near the Gedächtniskirche.
Sometimes at the Alexanderplatz.
People are walking past flags and banners.
Where Lenin are Marx are still being held in high esteem.
And everyone works, hammers and sickles.
While the guards are being changed in parade.
Forty years of socialism, much has been accomplished.
But what is this utopia as long as it's surrounded by walls?
If you have to be anxious and careful of expressing your opinion.
Oh well, what is this utopia, tell me, what is it worth?
When someone who's different is being declared insane.
And only the birds fly from East to West Berlin, are not being called back, nor being shot down.
Over the wall, over the Iron Curtain.
Because sometimes it's the West and sometimes, it's the East where they want to be.
Because sometimes it's the West and sometimes, it's the East where they want to be. West Berlin, the Kurfürstendam.
People are walking past porn and peep shows.
Where Mercedes and Cola are still being held in high esteem.
And the neon advertisements that glitter tempting
Come dancing, come eating, come boozing, come gambling.
That is forty years of freedom, much has been accomplished.
But what is this freedom without a home, without a job.
So many Turks in Kreuzberg, who can barely exist.
Alright, you may demonstrate, but with your back against the will.
And only if you've got money, freedom is not expensive.
And only the birds fly from East to West Berlin, are not being called back, nor being shot down.
Over the wall, over the Iron Curtain.
Because sometimes it's the West and sometimes, it's the East where they want to be.
Because there is bread sometimes, near the Gedächtniskirche.
Sometimes at the Alexanderplatz.