Listen to the night, to the silence The wind sings in fir-trees, forest´s music rings Rueful is the tune, wailful the soughing Soothing is the choir, murmur of the trees
to forget all the heartache and pain Time to leave behind all the toil and Here where the water mirrors a still sky Here a fair place for a child to lie
Under the woeful sky, moss-grown our bed tonight
Here we sprawl in darkness In warm caress of the night Far away from world’s betrayals Afar from all the Heaven’s might
Better to dream, far sweeter to slumber Then face cold days, bear grim longing Time to rest a while, close the drowsy eyes Sleep till the dawn, till the bleak morning
Heed not the rustle or hoots of the owl Heed not the that still dwell in the soul Night brings us solace and serenity deep Night brings last neverending sleep
Better it would be to sleep forever In silent shades of the evernight are the dreams in the groves of death Far away from the earthly woes
Sound is the sleep under spruce’s boughs Serene are the dreams in the darkling shade are the cares of the waking world Forgotten the sorrows of the weary heart