Lullaby

Sleep, my young love.

Outside the rain is weeping.

Mummy is watching over your treasure,

an old bone and a round case.

We should not stay awake through dim nights.

There is much that darkness knows,

my mind is heavy.

Often I saw black sand

burning the green meadow.

In the glacier cracks are rumbling deep as death.

Sleep for a long time, sleep quietly,

it is best to wake up late.

Sorrow will teach you soon,

while the day is quickly decaying,

that men love, lose, cry and mourn.