Where am I? Am I awake? Is this a dream?
I’ve slept here in this wood, it seems!
High in the branches are soft whispers
Birds are singing such a sweet melody

They were most likely awakened very early
And now have brought us their morning song
You dear little birds, dear little birds
Good morning!
Look there, the lazy, dozy door-mouse!
Come on! Wake up, now!
Ti-re-li-re-li, the day is here!
Ti-re-li-re-li, wake up you hear!
The lark has already heralded the morning and flown high into the sky

Ti-re-li-re-li, Ti-re-li-re-li, Ti-re-li-re-li, Ti-re-li-re-li