If you have kids, I don't have to explain to you why this poem is so nice.
Wiegenlied |
Cradle Song |
Schlafe, schlafe, holder, süßer Knabe, Leise wiegt dich deiner Mutter Hand; Sanfte Ruhe, milde Labe Bringt dir schwebend dieses Wiegenband. |
Sleep, sleep, my lovely, sweet baby, Your mother's hand will softly rock you; The gentle peace of your cradle Will float you comfortably away. |
Schlafe, schlafe, in dem süßen Grabe, Noch beschützt dich deiner Mutter Arm, Alle Wünsche, alle Habe Faßt sie liebend, Allen liebewarm. |
Sleep, sleep, in a sleep as deep as death, Your mother's arms will always protect you, Every wish you make, everything you could want, Will be yours by the warmth of her love. |
Schlafe, schlafe, in der Flaumen Schoße, Noch umtönt dich lauter Liebeston, Eine Lilie, eine Rose, Nach dem Schlafe werd' sie dir zum Lohn. |
Sleep, sleep, in your downy womb, With only the sounds of love all around you, When you wake up, a lily and a rose Will be the reward for your sleep. |