B 96 [English translation]

Above pale yellow fields - shy and timid,

And a dewy morning - foggy and new.

And the earliest birds,

hit the morning assembly,

on the rusty yard gate,

until it falls over someday.

And it doesn't take long,

until the thoughts are dreamy,

here on the B 96*.

And the world stands still, here in the backwoods,

and the heart beats quietly and old.

And the hope is hanging on the garden fence,

and hardly anyone ever passes by.

In the backwoods,

where my home is.

Good to be back again.

Hidden beneath hay,

there are things from you.

But even three-fourths of a childhood - dented and battered.

And for 20 Years,

a light is on over the regulars' table,

and for 10.000 Years,

the People slander,

about everything and everyone,

so everything's the same,

here on the B 96.

And the world stands still, here in the backwoods,

and the heart beats quietly and old.

And the hope is hanging on the garden fence,

and hardly anyone ever passes by.

In the backwoods,

where my home is.

Good to be back again.

* federal highway/A-Road in Germany