Title: Winter, Berlin City West

(Intro)
It's drafty
Winter, the harsh Berlin winter
Is casting its shadow
The one with the icy wind
It's coming

(Verse)
A homeless man on a rusty bicycle
With plastic bags and a sleeping bag
Hanging from the handlebars rides past me
For him, it's all about survival again
Winter
Snow
Sub-zero temperatures
Full homeless shelters

(Verse)
With luck, an open subway station
Or the lobby of a bank, where the ATMs are
Where it's warm
Where, a short time later
Snobs have him picked up by officials because he stinks
He has to leave, preferably to a place where no one can see him
No one wants to see that

(Verse)
There are many of them around here
If you keep your eyes open, you'll see them
Arms buried in trash cans, carrying plastic bags
The torn sole of a shoe, broken teeth, the strange checkered jacket
That doesn't quite go with the sweatpants
If you don't want to see them, you won't

(Verse)
There are two of them standing in front of the supermarket
Disheveled
Bottle
Each holding an alibi homeless newspaper in their hands
You don't really want a newspaper
It's just an excuse to give something
And then generously do without it
You wouldn't read it anyway

(Verse)
At the supermarket, I buy a pack of Fisherman's
Fresh breath is important to me
I pay with a bill
I press the change into the hand of one of the two
And wish him a nice evening
He wishes me the same and smiles at me
No teeth
I take out my wallet again and give him what I can spare

(Outro)
Winter will be here soon
It's like this every winter
But something is different
There are more of them
There weren't so many before
So many

Last edited by B.D.Thomas; Yesterday at 10:27 AM. Reason: Lyrics added
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