I first set foot in the land I had known
The land of which tounge I spoke
The moment felt as if
I was meeting with an old pen pal I had never seen
The air was fresh a lil cold, the time had just changed ilona told
I moved into the pre war building on berliner strasse
A young girl I was entering into a new phase
I was soon ‘vertraut’ in this strange city
Where the past, present and the future met
I relished the hefeweizen until the last drop was left
That was my way of observing lent
I never felt here like a foreigner
In fact my voice echoed ‘ich bin (ein) Berliner’!
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