Born To Die In Berlin
Ramones Lyrics


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Intoxicated by the orchids abandoned in the garden
Demanding morphine curse my soul is burning
Stranded in the sweet wonderings
breathing the pale moon silver
Torn painted lips tasting the last drops of life

Sometimes I feel like screaming
Sometimes I feel I just can't win
Sometimes I feelin' my soul is as restless as the wind
Maybe I was born to die in Berlin

I sprinkled cocaine on the floor
when no one was watching
I closed my eyes and I let myself sleep
Creeps and dirty bastards,
demons waitin' by my bed
There's no choice or difference
no one seems to notice

Sometimes I feel like screamin
Sometimes I feel I just can't win
Sometimes I feelin' my soul is as restless as the wind
Maybe I was born to die in Berlin

Küss mich jetzt Mädchen, es ist alles wahr
Du kannst es lesen in der Morgenpost okay
der Winte rwird wieder kalt werden, Berliner wollen Amerika
von Menschen die sterben, Unter den weißen Blüten

Sometimes I feel like screamin
Sometimes I feel I just can't win
Sometimes I feelin' my soul is as restless as the wind




Maybe I was born to die in Berlin
Maybe I was born to die in Berlin

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to the Ramones' song "Born To Die In Berlin" depict a dark and despairing feeling of being trapped in a situation where death feels almost inevitable. The first verse sets the tone, describing the feeling of being intoxicated by the abandoned orchids in a garden, while also facing the curse of morphine burning in the soul. The second verse implies that the singer took cocaine to escape the harsh reality around them, only to find themselves alone with demons by their bed. The lyrics end with the recurring theme of feeling like the singer was born to die in Berlin. This final phrase could be interpreted in different ways. It could mean that the singer feels trapped in a city where there is no escape from death or a place where death is somehow easier to face.


The song's lyrics capture a sense of detachment from reality and a feeling of fatalism. The words convey the sense of being lost in thought, both in the beauty of the garden and in the desperate desire to escape the pain of reality. The lyrics also contain references to Berlin, the city's cold winter, and its desire for America, hinting at the context in which the song was written.


Line by Line Meaning

Intoxicated by the orchids abandoned in the garden
I am overwhelmed by the beauty of the forsaken flowers in the garden


Demanding morphine curse my soul is burning
My soul is aching and I desperately seek the relief of morphine


Stranded in the sweet wonderings
Lost and captivated by the peacefulness and beauty of my surroundings


breathing the pale moon silver
Inhaling the serene and calming atmosphere of the moonlit night


Torn painted lips tasting the last drops of life
My withered lips symbolize my mortality as I savour the fleeting moments of life


Sometimes I feel like screaming
Occasionally I am so overwhelmed by my thoughts that I feel the need to scream


Sometimes I feel I just can't win
At times, I feel frustrated and like a failure, unable to emerge victorious


Sometimes I feelin' my soul is as restless as the wind
I experience an inner turmoil, my soul feels as unsettled as the gusting wind


Maybe I was born to die in Berlin
Perhaps my fate is to perish in this enchanting city of Berlin


I sprinkled cocaine on the floor when no one was watching
In secret, I indulged in the powerful drug cocaine


I closed my eyes and I let myself sleep
I gave in to my exhaustion and allowed myself to drift into slumber


Creeps and dirty bastards, demons waitin' by my bed
Scary figures haunt me, they are waiting to torment me in my sleep


There's no choice or difference no one seems to notice
I feel trapped with no options; no one around me seems to care or notice


Küss mich jetzt Mädchen, es ist alles wahr
Kiss me now, girl, it's all true


Du kannst es lesen in der Morgenpost okay
You can read about it in the morning paper, okay?


der Winte rwird wieder kalt werden, Berliner wollen Amerika von Menschen die sterben
Winter will be cold again, Berliners want America, but lives are being claimed by war


Unter den weißen Blüten
Beneath the white blooms




Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: DEE DEE RAMONE, JOHN CARCO

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Comments from YouTube:

@wildchild01ok

What a song to end a succesful career!! Long live Ramones.

@edersantos3226

Perfect!

@artis1969

Very Stooges-esque. What a way to go out.

@waylonjenninz

Amen!

@alessandrodelpoeta2237

@@artis1969so true, never thought about that before

@bobross4449

Started with Blitzkrieg Bop ended with Born To Die In Berlin

@grimreaper6060

The fact that Joey was a Jewish only gives this music an even more deep meaning...

@RK_peace

Another brilliant piece by Dee Dee RAMONE.

@bigmclargehuge3832

I love the guitar work here, probably my favorite Ramones song. Wish I had been old enough to see them live before they broke up.

@MerafilmSE

Last song on last album ever.

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