The snow mutes the noise from the street
Dreams hang like fruits from the trees
Follow me, let's take a walk in my thoughts
Where fears meet in happiness
Willow's four hundred years old
In good or in bad you will grow
Take your time
Count three breaths in, three breaths out
I'm sinking into the sound
Let me dream in the land of sleep
Let me dream in the land of sleep
Let me dream, let me dream, let me dream