Die Toten Hosen still still still

Hush - hush, hush, hush, hush,
Because the little child wants to sleep.
Mary sings it down,
Offering her chaste breast.
Hush, hush, hush,
Because the little child wants to sleep.
Sleep, sleep, sleep,
My dear little child sleep.
The angels make beautiful music,
Rejoice in front of the little child.
Sleep, sleep, sleep,
My dear little child sleep.