Sleep, little boy, it's still nighttime no worries in your heart no thoughts in your mind and may not be time for you now to sail on stormy waves because only smiles and caresses for the child his mother wants. Sleep, little boy, it's still nighttime there's neither hate here nor war there's no hunger, abuse or violence greed does not tempt man only with goodness we behave we love love always love. Sleep, little boy, it's still nighttime sweet fables your mum sings.
4.3.'14
The original poem ("Ninnananna") is in Italian. There is no good translation for a poem. I apologize for mine. Corrections are welcome. As far as the sound of the poem is concerned, please, read the original poem.