We often have dreams, I know, when the sun goes down
I myself dreamt an astounishing beautiful dream
I see a cradle and in it I lean over with tears pouring out
And so in tears I cherish the child I would like to have
Sleep, my little one, go to sleep that the night is coming
Your dad's so lonely from so much love in him
Suddenly I watch you become a boy just like me
Who to me comes running to kiss as I arrive from wherever I went
A boy constantly asking me endless whys
A son who I only wish well and to whom I only say yes
Go to sleep naughty boy, go to sleep that life is on its way
Your father's very tired from all the pain he's in
Whenever life at last takes me away after so much it will have gave me
Feel his beard rubbing against me in his last kiss
And also feel his hand sealing my gaze from his eyes
Hearing his voice rocking me in a cozy farewell
Go to sleep, Dad, carelessly, that when the sun goes down
Your son will be daydreaming about the child he would like to have