Dream. My child. of the mountains yonder.
Of the whispering trees, in the forest of song.
Wish of the water that flows in a rapid
And of he, that watches you sleep.
Of the paws of white to the main of golden silk.
And of his eyes that are blue as the sky above us.
Dream and sleep as I sing you this lullaby. My child.
Be swept away in a voyage too your sleep, dream.
Listen to the horn of the goddess as she sings to you, my child.
That boat in your dreams, of its sails bathed in moonlight.
And of thy golden king.
See him roar my child.
And watch his main dance in the breeze.
Doze off my child. As I sing you this lullaby. And dream.