The dream outside is asking
Whether the child is in bed yet
Whether he's wrapped in the blankets
The child is already in bed
He is lying in the blankets
But he cannot fall asleep
Dream, travel to him from outside
Weave up the the eyelids of the child
Weave them with your golden yarn
Dream, appear from above the oven
Shoot the child on the eyelids
Shoot him with your drowsy arrow
Come from the huts of the Underworld
Come as a silent guide
Dont you worry, little child
Leave cares to the one who cares
Worries to the one who worries
Knowledge to the one who knows
Sleep does not come from outside
In the room of the cautious one
Dream, mount a ewe and ride
Dream, travel by a calm sheep
Let a blue-eyed horse carry you
Show him the way to the dreamland
Bring the Invisible a dream
Dream, appear now from outside
Come through under the windows
Bind up the eyelids of the child
Bind them with your silken bond
Then the little one fell sleep
The golden yarn calmed his eyes
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