О child, below your balcony
I’ll sing you a serenade…
Calmed by my singing,
You’ll find peace in dreams;
Let yourself sleep, and rest
In the silent hour of night,
Be filled with the delicate sound of cherished kisses!

Many sorrows, many hardships exist
In the world below you;
Just sleep sweetly, until you have no worries
And your grieving soul won’t know,
Sleep your serene sleep
In the darkness of the night,
Sleep, ignorant of earthly strife.

Let your holy guardian angel,
Dear friend, who hovers over you
And, lulling your childlike slumber,
Sing you a song of paradise.
This divine song's
Living echo:
oh yes, may it give you hope.

Sleep well, my dear, sleep, rest
Beneath the harmonies of my serenade!
May you dream of a bright paradise,
Filled with everlasting joy;
Let yourself sleep, and rest
In the silent hour of night,
Be filled with the delicate sound of cherished kisses!