An air in F minor, an air came for that reason;
An air of paradise, of blessed times,
An air in F minor, the echo of ancient happiness,
A voice which speaks of good, the child which it remembers
Sleep, my baby, and papa will return;
Sleep, my treasure, he will carry himself to you,
All the good things that you can dream of,
And also rose, through me God will want;
An air in F minor, an air of complete sweetness,
Which you carry far, in an affectionate dream,
An air in F minor who caresses my heart,
My mother who smiles at me, the child sleeps delightedly
Sleep, my baby, and papa will return,
Sleep, my treasure, he will carry himself to you,
All the good things that you can dream of,
And also rose, through me God will want, through my God will want.