I know I loved you then
I think I love you still
But this prophecy of ours
Has come back dressed to kill
I know I loved you then
I think I love you still
But this prophecy of ours
Has come back dressed to kill
Three stones on a mountain
Three small holes in a field
You've given me the big dream
But you can't make it real
[Chorus]
O, wicked world
Just think what could have been
Jerusalem, New York, Berlin
All I do is lose, but baby
All I want's to win
Jerusalem, New York, Berlin
[Verse 2]
A hundred years or more
It feels like such a dream
An endless conversation since 1917
Now the battery is too hot
It's burning up in its tray
Young marriages are melting
And dying where they lay
[Chorus]
O, wicked world
Just think what could have been
Jerusalem, New York, Berlin
All I do is lose but baby
All I want's to win
Jerusalem, New York, Berlin
[Verse 3]
Our tongues will fall so still
Our teeth will all decay
A minute feels much longer
With nothing left to say
So let them win the battle
But don't let them restart
That genocidal feeling
That beats in every heart
[Chorus]
O, wicked world
Just think what could have been
Jerusalem, New York, Berlin
All I do is lose but baby
All I want's to win
Jerusalem, New York, Berlin
Tudom, hogy szerettelek, majd
Azt hiszem, mindig szeretlek
Ez a prófécia a miénk
Jött vissza öltözött ölni
Három kő a hegyen
Három kis lyukakat a területen
Te adtad nekem a nagy álom
De nem tudod, hogy ez valódi
[Énekkar]
O, gonosz világban
Gondoljunk csak bele, mi lehetett volna
Jeruzsálem, New York, Berlin
Én csak veszíteni, de a baba
Csak annyit szeretnék nyerni az
Jeruzsálem, New York, Berlin
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