Schlaf, süßer Knabe, süß und mild!
Du deines Vaters Ebenbild!
Das bist du; zwar dein Vater spricht,
Du habest seine Nase nicht.
Nur eben itzo war er hier,
Und sah dir in's Gesicht,
Und sprach: "Viel hat er zwar von mir,
Doch meine Nase hat er nicht."
Mich dünkt es selbst, sie ist zu klein,
Doch muß es seine Nase sein;
Denn wenn's nicht seine Nase wär',
Wo hätt'st du denn die Nase her?
Schlaf, Knabe, was dein Vater spricht,
Spricht er wohl im Scherz;
Hab' immer seine Nase nicht
Und habe nur sein Herz!
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Sleep, sweet boy, sweetly and mildly,
You, the very image of your father.
That's what you are, although your father
Says you do not have his nose.
He was only just here
And looked into your face
And said: "He has a lot of my characteristics,
But he does not have my nose!"
Well, I think it is a little small myself,
Yet it must be his nose,
For if it weren't his nose,
Where on earth would you have gotten it?
Sleep, little boy, what you father says
He's probably saying only in jest.
Don't worry about having his nose,
Just have his good heart!
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