1. What dreams do I see, and what safety
Comes to mind when you sing,

2. I feel the existence around me cheerful
To its melancholic melody I respond

3. Sing, sing, for in your melodies there is yearning
And tenderness, and on your lips there is honey

4. O solace of the sad when the party of distress comes
And consolation of the suffering when pain intensifies

5. You are a spring of purity and a world
Of safety and charm that has no limit

6. And your songs, how often they healed wounds
And mended bare ribs and determination