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    Chorus    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    Chorus