In me there sings a song, a little song,
in which a dream blossoms from quiet love
for you alone.
A warm, unfulfilled desire
wrote the melody.
In me there sings a song, a little song,
in which a wish of one thousand hours glows
to be by you.
You live with me in heaven,
sweep over stars in a dream,
the sun shines forever for us,
I yearn for you
and with you my happiness.
Do you hear the music,
tender, tender music.
In me there sings a song, a little song,
in which a dream blossoms from quiet love
for you alone.
You live with me in heaven,
sweep over stars in a dream,
the sun shines forever for us,
I yearn for you
and with you my happiness.
Do you hear the music,
tender, tender music. (tender, tender music)