I now have a theory on lullabyes
most of them are not meant to be sung to your children after they have become verbal
they're like a father reading playboy or a slasher book in a very sweet voice to a preverbal baby
You sing them sweetly to preverbal babies, while getting to sing about how you'd like this little horror who cries and craps all day and DOESN"T LET YOU GET ANY SLEEP to suffer and die. Die. DIE.
Translation of the German:
Sleep, my child, go to sleep that night,
looking out the window clean.
Indeed, the moon, who brought you happy, and you are the stars shine.
sleep my little one, sweet dreams, sometimes you're in paradise!
Because equal the door opens, and a monster is coming to you!
With its eleven eyes it looks at you,
and sneaks your bed ran!
You lie still, do not move,
the monster you scratched your face!
His fingers are long and thin,
do not be defensive, "it has no meaning!
And it giggles like crazy when it squeezing your neck! -
You cry, but you're at home alone
! stabs the monster's eyes out
! Then you are silent and that is good
! It bites you in the throat and drink your blood
without blood you're as pale as chalk,
then it eats your guts!
your little bed, with blood all red,
the sun is coming up and you're dead
sleep, my child sleep, a now,
the sky stand the Sternelein!
sleep, my child, sleep quickly
your bed is a carousel!
Sleep , my child, sleep in now,
otherwise it is not the monster inside!