The Peacock

There's an answer for I'm called again

Back in the sand

Just like those soldier-men

And even once

I fell down in the narrow lanes

On the ground I laid

And I would say

Infernal heat can't take the sound in here

Shake the trees, see what falls out of there

In a city where nobody hears

A bird call find, find winter's here again

Calls and sings "Berlin, Berlin"

Among the camp, we're done with him

We'd shoot him down, but then, but then

Where should I begin, begin?

He's the only one who knows the words

And he's the only one who knows the words