Always rock me, always rock me on the rocking chair of dreams
You embroider with silvery sugar and starch that shine on the skin-moon
Thousands thousands pink butterflies are flying
If you stare at me I see silk confetti raining like umbrellas
Always rock me on the rocking chair of dreams
You embroider with silvery sugar and starch
I'm a free spiral-winged butterfly that lies only on your breast
How I love your perfect figure, the sublime harmony of your shape
Always rock me, always rock me on the rocking chair of dreams ...