Deserted and empty from early morning till nighttime
    comes with its sparkling glitter
People shouting loudly, playing odds and evens and drinking
    copious amounts
Of alcohol to drown the day’s worries and sorrows
The boss’s mien has already departed into the far distance
With one of the ships on the blue highway
Flickering lights are appearing everywhere
And the mood becomes relaxed and mellow
All the intermingling voices are venting pent-up anxiety
    and frustration
Roaring red faces and thick necks
Or gentle whisperings in a quiet tone
They all sail away
Away into the boundless night
Among the sound of waves lapping on the shore
Someone is standing on the wharf bridge, singing in a
    resounding voice
But only the evening wind understands
what he is saying