Dorme, dorme meu menino
dorme no mar dos sargaos
que mais vale o mar a pino
que as serpentes nos meus braos
-Mrio
Cesriny
And when all life as you know it
-fails
all ghostlike lips taste just the
-same
What better comfort can you
find
Than the serpents in my arms
Sleep, sleep now my child
In the sea of crystal Trouble
For better is the violent
sigh
Than all that you leave behind
In your eyes a dark so subtle
Tells you walk, but never fly
To leave us all
behind
And when all life as you know it
-fails
all ghostlike lips taste just the
-same
What better comfort can you
find
Than the serpents in my arms
Down, down terrible child
To look at it is a sin
For better is to hold that
smile
Than all that you leave behind
In your eyes a mark so subtle
Tells you walk, but never fly
To leave us all
behind
And when all life as you know it
-fails
all ghostlike lips taste just the
-same
What better comfort can you
find
Than the serpents in my arms