In the streets of Berlin, there's a girl so sweet,
With a spirit of Matmazel, her vibe can't be beat.
She's got beauty from the past, and a Berliner soul,
With her Winnie The Pooh, she's always whole.
Mademoiselle d'antan, sa beauté ne meurt jamais,
Avec une vibration berlinoise, elle s'élèvera toujours.
Et à ses côtés, oh si vrai,
C'est son Winnie l'Ourson, dans tout ce qu'il fera.
Through the cobblestone streets, she takes a stroll,
With her laughter and joy, she's on a roll.
From the past to the present, she's got it all,
With her Berliner spirit, she'll never fall.
Mademoiselle of the past, her beauty never dies,
With a Berliner vibe, she'll always rise.
And by her side, oh so true,
Is her Winnie The Pooh, in all he'll do.
Mademoiselle der Vergangenheit, ihre Schönheit stirbt nie,
Mit einem Berliner Vibe wird sie immer auferstehen.
Und an ihrer Seite, oh so wahr,
Ist ihr Winnie The Pooh, in allem, was er tun wird.
So here's to the girl, with a soul so bright,
Spreading love and laughter, in the day and night.
With her past and present, intertwined so true,
She's in the past, Mademoiselle, with Winnie The Pooh.