Still Still Still in Kaskade

Still, still, still,
One can hear the falling snow.
The night is peaceful all around you,
Close your eyes,
Let sleep surround you.
Still, still, still,
One can hear the falling snow.

Dream, dream, dream,
Of the joyous day to come.
While guardian angels without number,
Watch you as you sweetly slumber.
Dream, dream, dream,
Of the joyous day to come
Of the joyous day to come
Of the joyous day to come.