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