Tales are woven at night
birds are already resting and dreaming
silent is the night and dark
the stars above also ask
What is happening with you child
what is happening with you little one
what do you dream about
i also dream
Stories are told at night
caressing your hair with both my hands
you are my daughter, you are mine, i won't forget
i have a frail mother and you
What is happening with you child...
Tales are woven at night
the owl still interrupts the silence
silent is the night and dark
the stars above also ask
What is happening with you child...