Like a mother takes care of her children, the nightwind cries for her

Hear those silent whispers... Like an infant's very first words

Light a candle for those who once were, and the dreams that never came true

Hear the silent crying of souls who lost their way home



See a child and how he dies under the shade of a birch

The silent nightwind's lullaby rocks the cradle of this world



Like a falling star of darkness gives the final sign of its life

This forsaken child of the full moon searching for a peaceful place to die

He sees a tree, the mighty one, like the one of his early years

Now he feels the safe under the tree and calls his mother wind



See the circle of light and the child and his heart full of nightly peace

Hear the divine tune, the prettiest one, the nightwind's nightly verse

Light a candle for those who once were (and their) hopeful dreams that never

came true

Hear the silent weeping of souls who lost their way home