Isn’t it a nightmare, My friend, to be insomniac? Doesn’t it feel like a cage A chained bird lives in? Isn’t it overwhelming, My friend, the silence of the night? Doesn’t it feel like an abyss Where even stones do not exist. So, my friend, Let me take you over the hills. So, my friend, Let me show you the night’s owners. So, my friend, Let me take you to the trees’ berceuse. Can you hear their song? Like the melody of a mom cuddling her son, Like a warm breeze in a cold winterq The one that makes the waves calm down. So if you are ever sleepless, listen to the trees Singing you a lullaby in the middle of moonlight.