Träume, träume, du mein süßes Leben,
Von dem Himmel, der die Blumen bringt.
Blüten schimmern da, die beben
Von dem Lied, das deine Mutter singt.
Träume, träume, Knospe meiner Sorgen,
Von dem Tage, da die Blume sprießt
Von dem hellen Blütenmorgen,
Da dein Seelchen sich der Welt erschließt
Träume, träume, Blüte meiner Liebe,
Von der stillen, von der heilgen Nacht,
Da die Blume seiner Liebe
Diese Welt zum Himmel mir gemacht.
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- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "Venus Mater", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- DUT Dutch (Nederlands) (Geart van der Meer) , copyright © 2023, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Emily Ezust) , no title, copyright ©
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Venus Mater", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRI Frisian (Geart van der Meer) , copyright © 2023, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- HEB Hebrew (עברית) (Hamutal Atariah) , copyright © 2024, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "Sogna, sogna, dolce mia vita", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- SPA Spanish (Español) (Abel Alamillo Fernández) , "Canción de cuna", copyright © 2005, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Word count: 74
Dream, dream, my sweet life,
of the heaven that brings flowers.
Shimmering there are blossoms that shiver to
the song that your mother is singing.
Dream, dream, bud of my worries,
of the day the flower bloomed;
of the bright morning of blossoming,
when your little soul opened up to the world.
Dream, dream, blossom of my love,
of the quiet, of the holy night
when the flower of his love
made this world a heaven for me.