Night-time, night-time, The moon is looking At our little garden below
The blossoming hyacinth In our garden abounds Night-time, The moon is looking down
And the moon turns to the clouds and says: Give a little drop of water to the flower beds! So the hyacinth can bloom In our garden, 'neath the moon Night-time The moon is looking down
The drops came down, pattered on my pane, Quenched the thirst of all the flowers Longing for the rain Now the hyacinth can grow Lovely flowers it will show, Night-time The moon is looking down