In the Lonely streets of Berlin, 
and every street talking as calm! 
I know my way in all at every stein, 
It is sure a way and Path as I felt vein! 
It is after all my Berlin..No way that.., 
No way that a pace can pass over it on! 
It is Berlin, and IT IS BERLIN, 
Few only know and felt it at heart! ! 
every Ecke of Berlin stops me for a reason, 
and depth it says is Mongling! 
It is such a Berlin I lost..
Wish I my last breath gets travels so far, 
And gets in Sublmitaion in Berlin!                
Still feels like the Berlin of I am a camera -or Brecht - good experiential poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice thought. thanks for sharing about berlin.