Berlin is not a love song.
It’s a memory you can’t hold,
a spark that burned too fast,
a night that felt more real than most days.

This track captures the wild pulse of a moment —
when someone walks into your life like a storm
and leaves before the sky clears.

You were Berlin.
Not the city. The feeling.


Berlin ist kein Lovesong.
Es ist eine Erinnerung, die man nicht festhalten kann,
ein Funke, der zu schnell verglüht,
eine Nacht, die echter war als viele Tage.

Dieser Track fängt den rohen Puls eines Moments ein –
wenn jemand wie ein Sturm ins Leben rauscht
und wieder verschwindet, bevor der Himmel aufreißt.

Du warst Berlin.
Nicht die Stadt. Das Gefühl.

Berlin

You said, “Don’t ask me where I’m from”
Lit a smoke and bit your thumb
Your laugh was sharp, your eyes were wired
A fuse that never once got tired

You moved like you were on parole
Stole my drink, then stole my soul
Said, “This night’s got teeth, don’t blink”
And vanished faster than I think

You were Berlin
Not the city, but the sin
Midnight cigarette grin
Chaos under my skin
You were Berlin
No beginning, no win
Just a storm I ran into
And hoped would never end

We broke a lock to climb a roof
Screamed the stars like it was proof
That some things shine when they’re about to fall
And some don’t need a name at all

Your boots kicked sparks, your voice cut air
You kissed like truth, but didn’t care
Said, “Nothing’s real that lasts too long”
Then vanished in a fading song

You were Berlin
Not the skyline, but the spin
A dare wrapped in a hymn
No mercy, only grin
You were Berlin
No reason, no skin
Just a heat that pulled me in
And left me high as sin

And if you vanish in the morning—
Then Berlin was real for a night

Berlin

The final song, the unspoken words.
“Love Left on the Table” is that sigh at the end of it all —
a slow-burning blues confession for the love that stayed unclaimed.
No dramatic goodbye, no slammed doors. Just silence… and a chair left pulled out.

Woven with smoky guitar licks and quiet heartbreak,
this bonus track closes the journey with grace,
reminding us that sometimes the truest stories are the ones that never found their ending.

This is blues at its most vulnerable.
This is what’s left behind.

Love Left on the Table (Bonus Track)

Hard to Hold, Easy to Leave

Midnight in Montmartre

I write all my melodies myself.
Arrangement - artificial intelligence

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Heard in the House

Lyrics 100% created by me, vocals and instrumentals produced using AI. I'm an independent songwriter trying to get signed and work with companies/ artists so these are my demos. Let me know what you think! Thank you for the support 

You-and-I-Together-Die

Alex Oikashvili

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