I wil turn into the white cat
And get into the cradle
I'm coming to you, my dear little baby,
I will be your minstrel.
I will sit in your cradle
And sing you lullabies,
For the little bells could jingle
And hop flowers could blossom.
I will turn into the white bird
And fly through the window
To rise into the clear sky
To the bright sun beam.
The sonorous warbles will soar out of the sky
All warbles are of spring time,
For the little bells could jingle
And hop flowers could blossom.
I will turn into the human,
And come back home
And I will take you in my arms,
My dear, my darling.
I wil turn into the white cat
And get into the cradle
I'm coming to you, my dear little baby,
I will be your minstrel.
I will sit in your cradle
And sing you lullabies,
For the little bells could jingle
And hop flowers could blossom.