A pair of braids in the color of rook
And your silent laugh
We are going together to the sleep
We are sledging
The way there is sweet-smelling
The old man
Is giving you with a smile
A white tulip
There is hiding in the flower bud
Little, gentle dream
The dream has been written in the leaf
By Mr Andersen himself
(2x)
Through the area, where there is no frost
The tulip is ringing
You are accompanied
By the old kind man