When I was in my little white bed,
my mummy crooned while cradling me:
"sleepy child, sleep sleepy child."
I closed my eyes while listening
to my mummy who sang very softly:
"the sleepy child will sleep soon."
The voice said, "One day
you will leave, you will get married,
sleepy child, my heart will be proud.
It's always a strange pain
to see a daughter in a white dress.
The sleepy child will soon part."
When I was in my little white bed,
my mummy crooned while cradling me:
"sleepy child, sleep sleepy child."
Now here is my turn
and I sing to my daughter all day long:
"the sleepy child will sleep soon."
How long will I have for you,
how many years or how many months,
sleepy child, in the cradle?
Because girls grow up fast—
the first time they fall in love, they leave you.
The sleepy child will soon part.
The sleepy child will soon part.
Sleepy child, I know it must be.