Berlin, Berlin

[CONSPIRATORS]
Berlin, Berlin come to Berlin
Let us put an end to him!

They made a god of him
They're gonna follow him
He's got them in his hand
If we would try
We'd try in vain
To make them see that he's insane!

What kind of man is he?
So many men believe
In his divinity
But when we asked
For his aims
No one was able to explain

We must not let him win
Let's put an end to him
He is too dangerous
For he believes
In his own words
Killing him means to save the world!

Comе to Berlin! Come to Berlin!