Ein Paar Steine, Zwei Kinder, Ein Bach

A few stones, two children, a stream
And a game with screaming and noise
Today I am a pirate
And my sail is red
I sink every ship every boat

And you see it
And maybe you think
A few stones, two children, a stream

It must have been a long time ago
You played here
Construction of dams and a weir
And you felt free

A few stones, two children, a stream
And what now, many years later
You look wistfully
But you're not having fun
Because you're afraid your suit will get wet

Because playing is no longer your area of expertise
A few stones, two children, a stream

The wet wood dam
The weir made of pebbles
Everything is still as it was
Only you are no longer

A few stones, two children, a stream
And you think about it for a long time
And you think of the water the meadows the moss
And you won't get rid of the feeling

That at some point something inside you probably broke
A few stones, two children, a stream