Dark fog in the valley of memory, where the shadows of the past days forever roam, do not disappear, do not die where the stars far flicker where we sleep white flowers In the dark waters of the lake and blue herbs in the lunar rays, Everything covers a dark fog. Sleep, and let the IRMO send you a dream What will come tomorrow. Let the bright light of the sun Shines in dew on green sheets Let the shadows of the previous years leave forever Let me, irmo, sleep About the beginning of a new life.