The Bridge by Dieter Hoffmann (dieter_hoffmann@yahoo.com) The place where I was born is a town where people are so boring Anyway I was a child who did not make much trouble I grew up very still in a house that my grandma owned I lived there twenty years and I know one day I'll return There's a bridge that crosses the river so high That when there's fog you can't see it at all Cars passing all the time but below The river keeps still When I was twelve I had a dog and we went where the bridge arises He was my best friend and we spent lots of time together Under the bridge that crosses the river so high That when there's fog you can't see it at all Cars passing all the time but below The river keeps still I had a girl or two and the walks we took led us to the highway We'd like to go away from there to another country Over the bridge that crosses the river so high That when there's fog you can't see it at all Cars passing all the time but below The river keeps still