| Song | In Babelsberg |
| Artist | Van Der Graaf Generator |
| Album | Present |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hammill | |
| The city's spread beneath my feet, | |
| but not the one that I was after | |
| while I've been pounding out this beat | |
| the length of the Kudamm. | |
| Street legends on the tourist map, | |
| a fading script in Gothic, | |
| out in the studio they're | |
| rehearsing in drag for a lark. | |
| Come on, let's get lost in the dark. | |
| Tale another step, another move, another pace, | |
| what isn't written in the manuscript is a note to play with grace | |
| and if I exit from this story in a way I might retrace | |
| it will have fallen through the cracks when I come back | |
| in any case | |
| another time's another place. | |
| The city's spread beneath my feet | |
| from the top of the Mercedes tower | |
| and I can see the darkness closing in | |
| hour by hour. | |
| But I can't take another step, no filling in, no cut and paste, | |
| a bankrupt process for the memory, this terrain is laid to waste. | |
| No, nothing's written in the history books | |
| that doesn't leave a nasty taste; | |
| so should I start to tell the story | |
| will you put me in my place? | |
| 'Cause it'll all be crash and burn | |
| when I return...in any case | |
| another time's another place. | |
| Just when did this get broken? | |
| I don't know where to begin - | |
| I got a Ubahn ticket and a Flohmarkt token.... | |
| I'm in trouble in the rubble of Berlin | |
| The light is getting dimmer, | |
| the walls of history close in. | |
| In Babelsberg they're hunting | |
| for a different Stimmung | |
| that predates the war. | |
| That was before, | |
| that was before, | |
| that was a different Berlin, | |
| that was another Berlin, | |
| that was before in Berlin. |
| zuo ci : Hammill | |
| The city' s spread beneath my feet, | |
| but not the one that I was after | |
| while I' ve been pounding out this beat | |
| the length of the Kudamm. | |
| Street legends on the tourist map, | |
| a fading script in Gothic, | |
| out in the studio they' re | |
| rehearsing in drag for a lark. | |
| Come on, let' s get lost in the dark. | |
| Tale another step, another move, another pace, | |
| what isn' t written in the manuscript is a note to play with grace | |
| and if I exit from this story in a way I might retrace | |
| it will have fallen through the cracks when I come back | |
| in any case | |
| another time' s another place. | |
| The city' s spread beneath my feet | |
| from the top of the Mercedes tower | |
| and I can see the darkness closing in | |
| hour by hour. | |
| But I can' t take another step, no filling in, no cut and paste, | |
| a bankrupt process for the memory, this terrain is laid to waste. | |
| No, nothing' s written in the history books | |
| that doesn' t leave a nasty taste | |
| so should I start to tell the story | |
| will you put me in my place? | |
| ' Cause it' ll all be crash and burn | |
| when I return... in any case | |
| another time' s another place. | |
| Just when did this get broken? | |
| I don' t know where to begin | |
| I got a Ubahn ticket and a Flohmarkt token.... | |
| I' m in trouble in the rubble of Berlin | |
| The light is getting dimmer, | |
| the walls of history close in. | |
| In Babelsberg they' re hunting | |
| for a different Stimmung | |
| that predates the war. | |
| That was before, | |
| that was before, | |
| that was a different Berlin, | |
| that was another Berlin, | |
| that was before in Berlin. |
| zuò cí : Hammill | |
| The city' s spread beneath my feet, | |
| but not the one that I was after | |
| while I' ve been pounding out this beat | |
| the length of the Kudamm. | |
| Street legends on the tourist map, | |
| a fading script in Gothic, | |
| out in the studio they' re | |
| rehearsing in drag for a lark. | |
| Come on, let' s get lost in the dark. | |
| Tale another step, another move, another pace, | |
| what isn' t written in the manuscript is a note to play with grace | |
| and if I exit from this story in a way I might retrace | |
| it will have fallen through the cracks when I come back | |
| in any case | |
| another time' s another place. | |
| The city' s spread beneath my feet | |
| from the top of the Mercedes tower | |
| and I can see the darkness closing in | |
| hour by hour. | |
| But I can' t take another step, no filling in, no cut and paste, | |
| a bankrupt process for the memory, this terrain is laid to waste. | |
| No, nothing' s written in the history books | |
| that doesn' t leave a nasty taste | |
| so should I start to tell the story | |
| will you put me in my place? | |
| ' Cause it' ll all be crash and burn | |
| when I return... in any case | |
| another time' s another place. | |
| Just when did this get broken? | |
| I don' t know where to begin | |
| I got a Ubahn ticket and a Flohmarkt token.... | |
| I' m in trouble in the rubble of Berlin | |
| The light is getting dimmer, | |
| the walls of history close in. | |
| In Babelsberg they' re hunting | |
| for a different Stimmung | |
| that predates the war. | |
| That was before, | |
| that was before, | |
| that was a different Berlin, | |
| that was another Berlin, | |
| that was before in Berlin. |