In the workshops of Mannheim, where the sparks began to fly, A dreamer named Karl watched the horse-drawn world go by. He didn’t want a steam train, or a carriage on a rail, He was chasing down a vision that his partners said would fail. With a single-stroke engine and a three-wheeled frame, He gave the ghost a heartbeat and a brand-new name. (Chorus) From the Patent-Motorwagen to the three-pointed star, We’ve come a long, long way to be exactly where we are. It started with a patent, - 37435, The moment that the modern world finally came alive. From the roar of the piston to the silent electric glow, The road belongs to Benz, everywhere we go. (Verse 2) But a man can have a vision and still be full of doubt, So Bertha took the keys and she showed him what it’s about. One hundred miles of dust, with her boys by her side, The first long-distance journey, a revolutionary ride. She used a hatpin on the fuel clip and a garter for the wire, Nailing leather to the brakes to quench the mountain fire. At a pharmacy in Wiesloch, she filled the tank with pride, The mother of the motor, with the spirit as her guide. (Bridge) Daimler in the north, and Benz in the west, Two rival giants put the future to the test. In the shadow of the war, they let the colors blend, Mercedes was the name, but the story didn’t end. On the land, in the water, and way up in the air, The star began to rise, a symbol everywhere. (Verse 3) Now the workshops are digital, the engines hum in code, The three-pointed star is gliding down a carbon-neutral road. From the S-Class leather to the AI in the dash, A century of luxury in a high-tech flash. Level 4 is steering while the driver takes a rest, Still chasing down perfection, still passing every test. (Outro) Karl is in the DNA, Bertha’s in the soul, A thousand kilometres is the new electric goal. The star is still shining, just like it did back then, The world keeps on turning... For the Silver Star again.
