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