Sanderella

Collect alluvium and built-up sandy land On your own breast Oh my river! Oh my quiet stream river! Confine yourself in your own confine

Water-grasses grow-up, Stealthily suck your life and life.

Lies on side the decayed boat for a long time For a long time didn't come any boatman or goers Children of wind only flatter golden sand They sing Sing In a low and indistinct tone With clapping of joy.