14. ALWAYS BLUE IN BERLIN by Björn Jakobsson

A doleful night meets morning light,
and I rest under a linden tree.
I'm always blue in Berlin,
since the day you left me.

I open a book and have a look,
but I can't read a single phrase.
I'm always blue in Berlin,
since we went different ways.

The children are playing at Friedrichstrasse.
I hear their laughs and their screams.
Why did you go away?
My heart is today a jigsaw puzzle of broken dreams.

A voice of silk, skin of honey and milk,
and soft dandelion hair.
I'm always blue in Berlin,
when you're not here.

The drunks are singing at Dorothenstrasse,
songs of many memories and fears.
A pint at the bar,
strumming my guitar, cannot dry my bitter tears.

I wish you luck, but I am stuck,
even though my heart is free.
I'm always blue in Berlin
since the day you left me.

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