Dream, dream, my sweet life

Dream, dream, my sweet life,

of the heaven that brings flowers.

Shimmering there are blossoms that live on

the song that your mother is singing.

Dream, dream, bud of my worries,

of the day the flower bloomed;

of the bright morning of blossoming,

when your little soul opened up to the world.

Dream, dream, blossom of my love,

of the quiet, of the holy night

when the flower of his love

made this world a heaven for me.