Märchen enden gut [English translation]

I know an old song

That my mother sang

In the evening dusk

This song so gentle and pure

Sounds in me today yet after

I take care of it like a precious stone

Sleep, my child, and dream sweetly

Go to sleep

When the moon floats by windows

Laying dew on meadows

And the night was a garment

Woven from a thousand shadows

When the world is sleeping

Merely weary and resting

The wind softly whispers

"The fairy tales end well"

So she sang the song to me

And their words were

Like dry foliage in the wind

But if the stars today

Clearly in the sky

Remind us that we are children

Go to sleep and then sweet dreams, my child

When the moon floats by windows

Laying dew on meadows

And the night was a garment

Woven from a thousand shadows

When the world is sleeping

Merely weary and resting

The wind softly whispers

"The fairy tales end well"

Your thoughts and

Your breaths are at rest

Silently I cover you

Soon the night gives way to the light

When early darkness flees

And once again I sing the song

When the moon floats by windows

Laying dew on meadows

And the night was a garment

Woven from a thousand shadows

When the world is sleeping

Merely weary and resting

The wind softly whispers

"The fairy tales end well"

The wind softly whispers

"The fairy tales end well"