Its bluish eyes the sky does close,
the eyes of house now do not peep,
Under pillow just sleep meadows –
My dearest son, let fall asleep.
The chafer and wasp sleep alone,
while bowing their heads on their feet,
together with them sleeps the drone –
my dearest son, let fall asleep.
And sleeps the tram and all within,
while rumbling slumbers but not deep,
it makes in dream a slight ringing’, –
my dearest son, let fall asleep.
On chair the coat sleeps with a snore,
slumbers the rent, it is its need,
today it will but rend no more –
my dearest son, let fall asleep.
The ball and whistle take a nap,
the wood and jaunt sleep free of weep,
sugar is dozing in the bag –
my dearest son, let fall asleep.
Distance you’ll get, glass-ball as flies,
a giant you will be, indeed,
but close, just close your tiny eyes –
my dearest son, let fall asleep.
You will be soldier and fireman!
Shepherd who guides and drives the sheep!
Mum also sleeps as soon she can –
my dearest son, let fall asleep.
Translated by Otto Tomschey
