I don't know what they're saying, But it's happy and a lovely toon
It may sound lovely, but, well read for yourself:
Sleep, my dear child, go to sleep
the night is looking through the window
the round moon, he likes you
and the stars are shining for you
Sleep, my dear child, go to sleep
soon you'll be in paradise
Because in a moment the door opens
and a monster is coming to you
with his eleven eyes it stares at you
and it's creeping towards your bed
You're keeping still, you're not moving a bit
the monster is scratching your face
His fingers are long and thin
Don't try to fight it's futile
And it's giggling like it's insane
as it chokes your throat
You scream, but you're alone at home
The monster picks out your eyes
Then you are silent and this is good
it bits you in the throat and drinks your blood
Without blood you're pale-faced like chalk
then it eats your guts
Your small bed all red from blood
the sun is coming up and you're dead
Sleep, my dear child, go to sleep
at the sky there are the stars
Sleep, my dear child, sleep fast
your bed is a merry-go-round
Sleep, my dear child, go to sleep
or else the monster can't come in