[00:08.032]I followed you over the border down to the Spree
[00:14.977]You were standing alone by the water waiting for me
[00:21.588]We wandered along by the river
[00:25.053]The towers all shrouded in haze
[00:28.424]& we kissed by the wire & they all held their fire
[00:32.310]In the good old bad old days
[00:35.528]Just remember how lovely it couldn't have been
[00:39.197]When the world was as closed as a door
[00:42.781]I remember those nights down in old east Berlin
[00:46.673]With the microphones listening under the floor
[00:51.066]& every stamp in this passport of mine
[00:54.363]Was a record of kisses you gave
[00:57.666]Yes we suffered in style & it's all in the file
[01:01.639]In the good old bad old days
[01:19.629]All the streetlights were waltzing together
[01:23.912]crimson & green
[01:27.081]& your dress was as gray as the weather
[01:31.129]oh what a dream
[01:34.580]We built up a city of whispers & classified war dossiers
[01:41.951]I gave you control of my papers & soul
[01:46.117]In the good old bad old days
[01:49.521]Ah yes wasn't it miserable, wasn't it grand?
[01:53.529]When the world had an iron divide
[01:57.247]& people could take a political stand
[02:00.857]Just by singing a song for the opposite side
[02:06.012]Now nobody cares who you are anymore
[02:09.460]& nobody cares what you say
[02:13.363]It's liberty's curse, but was it really much worse
[02:17.418]In the good old bad old days?
[02:51.317]Now Alyosha is gathering flowers every May
[02:58.877]& the statue of Marx by the tower faces away
[03:06.423]By the wall is a souvenir table
[03:10.107]with hammers & sickles displayed
[03:13.731]On new watches, that work
[03:15.655]& they're sold by a Turk
[03:17.783]In these good old bad new days
[03:21.082]Now I'm working for Euros & drinking alone
[03:25.028]Where we used to spend marks at the bar
[03:28.766]& the weed s have grown over the border of stone
[03:32.838]That cuts through the town like a surgical scar
[03:37.282]& so many streets on this faded old map
[03:41.158]Are like names written over a grave
[03:44.746]It all makes me so mad cause it wasn't that bad
[03:48.687]In the good old bad old days
[4:08.200]So don't look for a final solution here in Berlin
[04:18.213]For capitalist prostitution comes from within
[04:26.455]& Don't worry about revolution
[04:30.472]we'll just keep the aesthetic clichés
[04:34.621]In this market of fleas, selling klezmer CDs
[04:38.970]For the good old bad old days
[04:42.633]So Genossen, Товарищи, let's make a toast
[04:46.822]To the time when the state knew your name
[04:50.381]& we'll all say "l'chaim", "на здровие" und "Prost"
[04:54.748]To that braver old world where we all are the same
[04:59.277]Where nobody loses & everyone wins
[05:03.254]Just as long as each comrade obeys
[05:06.999]But that's all in the past so let's raise up a glass
[05:11.208]To the good old bad old days
[05:22.617]That's all in the past so let's raise up a glass
[05:27.028]To the good old bad old days

I followed you over the border down to the Spree
You were standing alone by the water waiting for me
We wandered along by the river
The towers all shrouded in haze
& we kissed by the wire & they all held their fire
In the good old bad old days
Just remember how lovely it couldn't have been
When the world was as closed as a door
I remember those nights down in old east Berlin
With the microphones listening under the floor
& every stamp in this passport of mine
Was a record of kisses you gave
Yes we suffered in style & it's all in the file
In the good old bad old days
All the streetlights were waltzing together
crimson & green
& your dress was as gray as the weather
oh what a dream
We built up a city of whispers & classified war dossiers
I gave you control of my papers & soul
In the good old bad old days
Ah yes wasn't it miserable, wasn't it grand?
When the world had an iron divide
& people could take a political stand
Just by singing a song for the opposite side
Now nobody cares who you are anymore
& nobody cares what you say
It's liberty's curse, but was it really much worse
In the good old bad old days?
Now Alyosha is gathering flowers every May
& the statue of Marx by the tower faces away
By the wall is a souvenir table
with hammers & sickles displayed
On new watches, that work
& they're sold by a Turk
In these good old bad new days
Now I'm working for Euros & drinking alone
Where we used to spend marks at the bar
& the weed s have grown over the border of stone
That cuts through the town like a surgical scar
& so many streets on this faded old map
Are like names written over a grave
It all makes me so mad cause it wasn't that bad
In the good old bad old days
So don't look for a final solution here in Berlin
For capitalist prostitution comes from within
& Don't worry about revolution
we'll just keep the aesthetic clichés
In this market of fleas, selling klezmer CDs
For the good old bad old days
So Genossen, Товарищи, let's make a toast
To the time when the state knew your name
& we'll all say "l'chaim", "на здровие" und "Prost"
To that braver old world where we all are the same
Where nobody loses & everyone wins
Just as long as each comrade obeys
But that's all in the past so let's raise up a glass
To the good old bad old days
That's all in the past so let's raise up a glass
To the good old bad old days