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Sleep well, sleep well... Mary,

My little baby with golden hair.

Sleep well, sleep well... Little

Song of my cradle.

And, while you dream away,

Life leads my by the hand,

But when I feel sleepy,

I shall come to your side.

And if ever the cold

Of a Wintry morning

Caresses your bed sheets,

I shall search in the Levant

For the most radiant of suns,

So it can warm up your body.

A great honeyberry

Shall keep all its foliage,

So the birds can sleep in it.

If a game awakens you,

We shall fill with stars

Your boundless face.

Sleep well, sleep well... Mary,

My little baby with golden hair.

For when I feel sleepy,

I shall come to your side.

From your ringlets

I shall hang stars

So you can charm the gods;

And thus, cause the envy

Of a malicious demon

Who will promise you hell itself.

For, often, the sky

Is rather too cold

For your childhood dreams.

And it's necessary to warm up

Your eager thought

With white hot cauldrons.

Goodbye, goodbye... Mary,

Life is leading me by the hand...

But when I feel sleepy,

I shall come to your side!

• Artist:Lluís Llach
• Album:Maremar (1985)