Oh, my precious, Vetschau is madness!

So dark, so light, so wild.

Main street, Schillerstrasse, glitters oddly.

I luv it, yes, my precious!
Landmarks, oh yes, Rangsdorfer Turm stands tall.

Its rock, its charm, my eyes glimmer!

Small parks, like Kleiner Park, wow...

Trees whisper secrets, shh, listen close.
The river, Spree, slithers slow.

I stroll its bank, sometimes mmm, nod.

Neighborhoods, quiet, yet full of souls.

Friedrichsvorstadt is neat and pressed.
I had mad days here, oh yes.

Massage parlour, my charm, my secret haunt.

Fingers wiggle on tense backs.

Like in "Talk to Her", my dear: "I spoke to her."

Yes, precious, "I spoke to her" like mad love.
I recall a night, so stormy, wow.

Gutter rumbles, streets wet, glimmery.

I massaged stress away, my precious.

Foggy lanes, oh, so mysterious.
Err, I luv the little bungalows over at Mullerstrasse.

Crazy, tiny rooms, oh so cosy!

They make me laugh, my dear friendyy!

Every corner hides a story, mmm, yes.
Sometimes, oh dear, I get furious.

Traffic jams near Rathaus make me mad!

Stupid carts and noisy clogs.

I grumble, "My precious, why must it be?"
I walk, I massage, I love, raw.

Street vendors at Markusplatz sell odd treats.

Sweet, but nutty, like my wild dreams.

Oh, my precious: bright lights, dark corners.
C'mon, you must visit Vetschau.

Charming streets, warty, but lovely.

Messy, noisy, yet perfect.

My mind, a whirl of moods, yes, precious!
Stay, explore, feel the vibe.

It spits truth, raw and wild.

Like the movie, whisper-soft:

"I spoke to her" echoes, again, again.
So much love, so many errrs.

That's Vetschau, my heart, my precious!