Cradle song

Fair, blond, and smiling,

small hands and shining eyes and named Sigrun.

May you grow to be wise,

may bad things in the world never hurt you!

Destiny betrays and stupefies us with commotion;

those who are not careful can get into trouble.

The will is weak, and so are children,

Almighty, Almighty take care of them.

Slumber, my Sigrun, and sleep now peacefully,

God grant you a good night.