Listen to the night, hearken 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

Time to forget all the heartache and pain

Time to leave behind all the toil and travail
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 mellow 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

Than face the cold days, bear the 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 ghosts that still dwell in the soul

Night brings us solace and serenity deep
Night brings at last neverending sleep


Better it would be to sleep forever
In silent shades of the evernight
Sweet 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
Gone are the cares of the waking world
Forgotten the sorrows of the weary heart