There come the sleepless nights,
There they come!
There come those moments
Divine ones!
Gloomy clouds
Will tear the sky apart,
The rain will savagely pour
Its nerves
We won't let the night
Sleep;
We'll spin a yarn
On and on
The most pretty
Tales of fondness
We can remember.
The jealous wind
Will hit the beast,
While we,
In the warm leaving-room
Will spin a yarn
And we'll love
There come those moments,
Divine ones!