Kołysanki - Śpij laleczko

Under the quilt of the black night,
in the glow of silver stars,
whistling its lullabies,
the singing wind.

The moon weaves into braids
colorful dreams,
sleep, my little doll,
sleep, my daughter, sleep.

In the petals of a tea rose,
Thumbelina sleeps,
even the soaked cricket
fell asleep in the middle of its tune.

All the little well-behaved children
have long been asleep,
a good fairy tells
the story they dream of.

The moon weaves into braids
colorful dreams,
sleep, my little doll,
sleep, my daughter, sleep...