Go to sleep, my sweet child!
Outdoors the wind is passing by.
He raps at the window and peers in
And if he hears a child crying anywhere,
He chides and hums and grumbles greatly,
He immediately hauls forth his blanket of snow
And places it upon the cradle
When the child does not want to lie quietly.
 
Go to sleep, my sweet child!
Outdoors the wind is passing by.
He shakes the fir tree, [and]
Out flies a beautiful dream
That flies through snow and night and wind
Quickly, quickly to the dear child,
And sings of lights and garlands
That shall soon be sparkling on the Christmas tree!
 
Go to sleep, my sweet child!
Outdoors the wind is blowing,
But when the sun says "Greetings!",
[The wind] blows the child's cheeks red,
And when Springtime says "Good day!",
[The wind] blows awake the whole world,
And everything he lulled to sleep [in the autumn],
Now springs up joyfully everywhere.
Sleep now, my sweet child!
Outside the wind is blowing.