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

Good night