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