The summer mingles in our lifes,
River Elbe's low tide flows
out to Northern sea
and not a single breath of wind
is ruffling waves.
Until the next high tide helps
big ships imitate
a storm on the streaming waters,
let waves run onto shores
while we sit on watch, eating crabs -
freshly caught that very morning.
The scattered crumbs being collected
on the bottom floor
by lively sparrows -
this time they win -
while seagulls screaming “hunger”
in higher regions,
Let us become little sparrows.