Lullaby

O. Freudenthal

Tears from the sky on the ground

There is fear, little child, in the sound

There is a time ahead, child, without fear

for you and everyone in this night.

No more tears from the sky on the ground.

No more fear, little child, in the sound.

There comes a time ahead, child,

without fear for you and everyone

here in the sky of love.