Die Schneeflocken, die am Fenster sitzen. They melt, they are made of snow.
S 75 to Spandau. The furtherst location I've been to since I've come to Berlin. A place for eating langoše, obviously.
Getting drunk on Glühwein and going to the church for the final applause of a concert.
Why would you enjoy a roundabout in winter, why is that?! I mean, it's made of metal. It's cold. Sort of.
Let's get ________________________________________________ sick.
Let's spill red wine on carpets in some people's living room. This is the end.
I'm your velvet Elefant so sell your suit and tie and come and live with me / in Berlin.
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