Daylights’ weight has begun convulsing house tops;
The skyey cowboy is herding the clouds;
Cities fire at the night their lights’ dust shot;
The night’s more strong, very great is its power.
Those who are seeking bed -
May they all sleep tight.
And have a good night.
I’d been waiting for this time, and this time finally came;
Those holding tongues have ceased holding their tongues.
Those who are saddling their steeds have nothing to wait,
We can’t catch up with them, can’t catch up.
Those who are seeking bed -
May they all sleep tight.
And have a good night.
The neigbours drop in as they hear the rattle of hoofs;
Disturbing their dreams, it keeps them awake;
Those who have nothing to wait are now starting their routes
Those who are saved, those who are saved.
Those who are seeking bed -
May they all sleep tight.
And have a good night.