good night, mon chérie

All the violins are getting ready for the show,
grass is covered with the morning dew.
And the creackets are sing the melody:
good night, mon chérie.

All the flowers are given in the middle of the day,
now they're blooming in their way.
And the moon sings his melody:
good night, mon chérie.

All the starts are shining since they can't do anything else,
and the night is comming again, form of its base.
And the dreams sing their melody:
good night, mon chérie.

It's night, night, night.
This is what called the night.
And the sun, sun, sun,
will not shine.
Since it's cold outside,
day and night colide.
But have a good night, mon chérie.

It's night, night, night.
This is what called the night.
And the sun, sun, sun,
will not shine.
Since it's cold outside,
day and night colide.
But have a good night, mon chérie.