| My heart is beating in my throat
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| My nerves are strecthed to the max
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| My blood is pumping zhrough my veins
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| My muscles are ready to react
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| The iron bridge lies in front of me
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| It’s structure is illuminated by the flares
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| The land beyond is my target now
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| To escape from the German revenge
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| Only a few seconds to go
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| Before I have to run
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| Will I make it to the other side
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| Or will I meet my doom
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| Colonel Newman gives his order
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| «Away you go, lads!»
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| As fast as I can I get on my feed
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| To storm towards bridge D
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| Left and right the bullets pass me
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| Over my head I hear them go
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| The traces are coming towards me
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| Yet, there’s no time to duck
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| Faster and faster my legs move
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| From the hip I open fire
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| My bullets are now covering the pillbox
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| I see my friends fall
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| Hell is now all around me
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| Friend and foe, they perish
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| I open fire at a figure ahead of me
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| I see he drops his gun
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| The end of the bridge is in sight
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| Almost I’ve accomplished my goal
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| Only a few meters left
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| Safety is now in reach
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| Suddenly I notice a German gunner
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| He points his K98 at me |
| His finger turns white, the blast of the bullet
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| Dark is my sight |