Under the bridge, in the river
there is a world of people,
down there, in the river, at the bridge
And on the bridge
the pending business,
the people passing,
who look and don’t feel
Tomatoes, lettuce
and bread from the market,
I love you, I hate you,
You tire me.
And on the bridge
the same old things
I don't want to look at you,
I don't want to love you
coffee with sugar,
lottery and oblivion,
who knows about the world
under the river.
Under the bridge in the river
there is a world of people,
down there, in the river, at the bridge
And on the bridge
the street, the school,
the children, the screams,
you go without a kiss,
your love and the traffic jam,
the urgency overwhelms me,
the days that pass,
the shit you step in.
And on the bridge
the chill of eight o’clock,
What's yours is yours,
what is mine is mine,
posters and bags
bag snatches and oblivion,
anyone will sell you
a ticket as far as the river
Under the bridge in the river
there is a world of people,
down there, in the river, at the bridge
And on the bridge
are those of above
are those from below,
which is less than above,
and then there is the bridge,
which is less than below.
I think of my house,
my love, my job.
Under the bridge in the river
there is a world of people,
down there, in the river, at the bridge