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From Daniel Kahn & The Painted Bird's album "Lost Causes" www.paintedbird.net Available as Oriente Music's RIEN77 at www.oriente-express.de Directed by Aviv Kosloff - www.avivkosloff.com Edited by Miranda Naberman Stage design by Sophie du Vinage for the play "Warten auf Adam Spielman" Shot at Ballhause Naunynstr, Berlin-Kreuzberg, winter, 2011. Lighting designed by Shahar Werechson, operated by Thomas Sanne GÖRLITZER PARK / words & music: Daniel Kahn die Ruinen vom Görlitzer Park [the ruins of Görlitzer Park] were cold as a stone in the ground aber Steine sind eben so stark [but stones are just as strong] as the rubble hid under the mound & your hair was as red as the glow of the fire that fell from the sky & the ruins are covered with snow just as white as the white of your eye & the trains of Berlin / they run her und hin [back & forth] through tunnels below in the dark / but the station is gone so I´ll wait for you on / the ruins of Görlitzer Park in the garden of frozen desire on the derelict couch we sat down wie die Stadt hier wir brauchten ein Feuer [like this town we needed a fire] um uns aufzuwecken vom Traum [to wake us up from the dream] und du mit den blutigen Haaren [& you with the bloody hair] ich seh´ deine Augen sind zu [I see your eyes are closed] so I´ll be the Wilhelmine Baron & you can be the ewiger Jew [...eternal Jew] from the ivy at Grunewald station to the Treptower Soviet blade you built your triumphant narration out of stones from the Mendelssohn grave where the sun is as gold as the names on the ground & the walls grow up over the trees & the tower antenna is haunting the town & the past is a quiet disease where the air is filled up with sparrows when once it was clouded with crows & the Sleepwalker shot his last arrow then he buried himself with his bow oh my lover, my murderer´s daughter accomplice to all of my sins our city of love & of slaughter wird immer noch heißen Berlin. . . . [will always be called Berlin]