Every night when the lamp goes out
And the real night arrives
Then the sleeping mat gets up
And quietly knocks on the door
It has sleepy slippers
And with them it chirps
It sneaks through the door
And jumps behind the closet
And it has a sleepy cap
And a blue, sleepy belt
And sleepy ice cream burns
It eats with small teeth
And it has a blue car
And that car hums like this
Surrur, surrur and goes
A dream towards the blue land
And a small umbrella
It's just leaning
And a blue book of dreams
It carries under its arm
And to the blue land of dreams
It takes the children by car.
Surrur, surrur and there
There is a blue, sleepy road.
And there is a golden forest
And in the forest a golden tree
And the bluebird of dreams
And the bird has a golden mouth
And that bluebird of dreams,
It lulls children,
It sings a sleepy song,
La-la-lal la-la-lal lal-laa.

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