Listen to the night, hearken to the silence

The wind sings in fir-trees, forest's music rings

Rueful is the tune, wailful the soughing

Soothing is the choir, murmur of the trees

Sound is the sleep under spruces boughs

Serene are the dreams in the darkling shade

Gone are the cares of the waking world

Forgotten the sorrows of the weary heart

Better is to dream, far sweeter to slumber

Face the cold days, bear the grim longing

Time to rest a while, close the drowsy eyes

Sleep till the dawn, till the bleak morning

Sound is the sleep under spruces boughs

Serene are the dreams in the darkling shade

Gone are the cares of the waking world

Forgotten the sorrows of the weary heart

Under the woeful sky, snow-white our bed tonight

Better it would be to sleep forever

In silent shades of the evernight

Sweet are the dreams in the groves of death

Far away from the earthly woes

Here we sprawl in mellow darkness

In warm caress of the night

Far from the worlds betrayals

We sleep...

Sound is the sleep under spruces boughs

Serene are the dreams in the darkling shade

Gone are the cares of the waking world

Forgotten the sorrows of the weary h