Listen to the night, hearken to the silence 

The wind sings in fir-trees, forest´s music rings

Rueful is the tune, wailful the soughing

Soothing is the choir, murmur of the trees



Time to forget all the heartache and pain 

Time to leave behind all the toil and travail

Here where the water mirrors a still sky

Here a fair place for a child to lie



Under the woeful sky, moss-grown our bed tonight



Here we sprawl in mellow darkness

In warm caress of the night

Far away from world’s betrayals

Afar from all the Heaven’s might



Better to dream, far sweeter to slumber 

Than face the cold days, bear the grim longing

Time to rest a while, close the drowsy eyes

Sleep till the dawn, till the bleak morning



Heed not the rustle or hoots of the owl 

Heed not the ghosts that still dwell in the soul

Night brings us solace and serenity deep

Night brings at last neverending sleep



Better it would be to sleep forever 

In silent shades of the evernight

Sweet are the dreams in the groves of death

Far away from the earthly woes



Sound is the sleep under spruce’s boughs 

Serene are the dreams in the darkling shade

Gone are the cares of the waking world

Forgotten the sorrows of the weary heart