My violin, sleep
The sounds of my violin have ceased ,
And my goodly joy turned into blur
Since long ago in dreams she sleeps ,
I wish I, too, slept beside her.
Above the dresser my violin sleeps.
SLEEP!
For I cannot wake you up now.
From you would flow lots of memories ,
My violin, better sleep with your bow!
I will wake you up on a white dawn ,
When my joy returns from the deep.
Then all our memories shall flow ,
Now amid dreams, my violin, sleep!
