I will turn into a white cat
And climb into the cradle.
I came to be by you, my sweet little one,
I will be your minstrel.
I will sit in your cradle
And sing lullabies,
So the bells would ring
And hops flowers would bloom.
I will turn into a white bird,
And fly out of the window
To soar into the clear sky
Towards the bright ray of sun.
Ringing trills will flow from the sky,
All the spring bird trills,
So the bells would ring
And hops flowers would bloom.
I will turn into a person
And return home.
I will take you into my hands,
My dear, my sweet.
I will turn into a white cat
And climb into the cradle.
I came to be by you, my sweet little one,
I will be your minstrel.
I will sit in your cradle
And sing lullabies,
So the bells would ring
And hops flowers would bloom.