In Hamburg's night,
sits a woman whose life is hard.
She is alone and needs a friend.
She knows a trick that helps men.
She works all night with life's statistics.
She makes bread for drunk tourists.
Keeps her skirt in her stinky room.
The price is rising,
because she knows you are stupid.
Buy or leave, but don't say no.
Then the boy comes, who shows you the way.
She waves and smiles, come let's love.
Under a light, in
Hamburg's night.
Under a light,
in Hamburg's night.
Behind a red light,
the boy is chilling.
He finds people who buy and sell.
Some are healthy,
others are tired.
Dreams they bring, lure them there.
They never thought it was here they would end.
They always say it won't be long.
Under a light, in Hamburg's night.
Under a light,
in Hamburg's night.
Come and let the coal here,
on the riverbank.
Come and let the coal here,
on the riverbank.
Under a light, in Hamburg's night.
Under a light,
in Hamburg's night.
Under a light, in Hamburg's night.
Come and let the coal here,
on the riverbank.