In the heart of Berlin, where the Spree flows free,
Love blossoms quietly, beneath the linden tree.
Streets whisper secrets of a love so grand,
Where hearts are held gently, like grains of sand.

Amidst the echoes of history’s silent cries,
We find our solace in each other’s eyes.
Castles and cathedrals, ancient and tall,
Bear witness to a love that conquers all.

From the Black Forest’s depths to the North Sea’s shore,
Our love travels distances, forevermore.
In every sunset, in every dawn,
German love sings an eternal song.

So let the Rhine’s waters carry our dreams,
Through valleys and vineyards, under moonbeams.
For in this land, where our hearts reside,
German love will forever abide.