Oh you are completely spoiled, dear child of my heart,
So be contented and go to sleep quickly.
Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep.
 
How happy you are,
How rich you are,
Your father, your mother do everything
That you want;
You lie in a warm little bed
So soft and downy,
You are given delightful soups
With sweet sugar in them.
Wah, wa, cries the child, wah, wa.
 
Oh you are completely spoiled, dear child of my heart,
... ... ...
 
There outdoors howls
The ice-cold wind,
It cries and blows through Berlin,
The great, great city;
The storm-wind is jealous
Of you, my dear child,
Because, unlike you,
He doesn’t have a downy feather bed.
Whoosh, whoosh, blows the wind, whoosh, whoosh.
 
Oh you are completely spoiled, dear child of my heart,
... ... ...
 
There outdoors a horse
Is pulling a sled,
The sleigh bells are ringing,
The little horse, however, is sad;
With snorting and neighing
It complains loudly
That no one gives him sugar
Or dainty soups.
Jingle jing, ring [the bells on] the horse, jingle jing.
 
Oh you are completely spoiled, dear child of my heart,
... ... ...
 
There outdoors in the snow
Stand a group of musicians,
The woman sings a song,
The man plays the fiddle in accompaniment;
Even if their throats
And their fingers hurt,
They must sing
And fiddle without rest or repose.
Lala, la sings the woman,
Feefeedee boom, plays the man, Feefeedee boom.
 
Oh you are completely spoiled, dear child of my heart,
... ... ...