a place called Berghain.

It brought me for the poor districts, where you dirty bricks walls they were swollen
of the sticky one badly that he/she insinuated him to the inside.

Twisted faces crowded obscene and sharp pains and they sent me explicit yet equivocal messages. A million fires they were accesses and from the baths muddy birds were raised while

 
drums estasiatis hummed monotonous yet yearning melodies. I knew that that red hot looks prepared monstrous things but me I belonged to those monstrosities and I enjoyed of it
It was the city that I had already known. The ancient leprous city where insane they sing to strange Moving myself to rhythm I made me surround and among the dirt
I went beyond the door that they conducted to the Cafe Panorama and the boundaries opened me and to the sudden one
I recognized me and about ten windows they ignited of a violent early-morning light yet craved
and they crowded among me about ten men and women dancing insane, laughing, molts.
and so I became the bitch of the Berghain.