La Berceuse Pour Julie [English translation]

Breezes blow all the clouds at will,

Leaves collect when the rivers spill.

Your heart whispers the fleeting time;

Rivers of night are all thine.

Yes, my child, your heart, love shall fill.

Breezes blow all the clouds at will.

Hush now, rest, I will cradle you,

Someone comes and you’ll go too soon,

speaking softly of love and lore,

all around you and more.

In your heart, hear their steps anew,

Hush now, rest, I will cradle you.

In this dream find your path close by

Think of me as you learn to fly

All your toys will be waiting here.

I’ll hold all of them dear.

Seek the star in the north on high,

In your dream find your path close by.

Breezes blow all the clouds at will,

Leaves collect when the rivers spill.

Your heart speaks of the fleeting time;

Rivers of night are all thine.

Yes, my child, your heart, love shall fill.

Breezes blow all the clouds at will.