B 96 English translation
von Silbermond

Over pale yellow fields - shy and timid,
Lies a dewy morning - misty and new.
And the earliest birds,
Are giving their morning call,
To the rusty farm gate,
Until it eventually falls.
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 calm and old.
And hope hangs on the garden fence,
And hardly a person ever comes by.
In the backwoods,
Where my home is.
Nice to be here again.


Hidden under hay,
Lie things of yours.
But also a three-quarter childhood - dented and battered.
And for 20 years,
A light has been burning over the regulars' table,
And for 10,000 years,
People have been tearing each other apart,
About everything and everyone,
So everything remains the same,
Here on the B 96.

And the world stands still, here in the backwoods,
And the heart beats calm and old.
And hope hangs on the garden fence,
And hardly a person ever comes by.
In the backwoods,
Where my home is.
Memories catch up with me.
Nice to be here again.

And the world,
Stands still,
Here in the backwoods.

And the heart,
Beats calm,
Here in the backwoods.

And the world,
Stands still,
Here in the backwoods.


And the heart,
Beats calm,
Here in the backwoods.