Soft and tender pillow with small blue flowers
Shelters a little baby in the evening hours.
The summer night is quiet, only crickets chirping,
And the warm breeze sways the flowers, as if courting.
Chorus
Sleep, my little angel! Sleep, my golden hair!
Your bedroom fills with the softest air.
The night comes quietly, like a cat in slippers.
Sleep, my little fidget, I'll sing in whispers.
The wind will tell you stories, dancing up and down.
Moonlight highlights river, forest, streets, and town.
Fairies sing the story of the magic willow,
Weaving honeyed dreams right onto your pillow.
The sun will rise in the morning and shine everywhere.
Grow up, little helper! I'm with you, I care!
The clock ticks quietly, banishing all sorrow—
Miracles and joy await you on the morrow!
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Sleep, my little angel! Sleep, my golden hair
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