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.