Dorme, dorme meu menino
dorme no mar dos sargaos
que mais vale o mar a pino
que as serpentes nos meus braos And when all life as you know it
all ghostlike lips taste just the
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
all ghostlike lips taste just the
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
all ghostlike lips taste just the
What better comfort can you find
Than the serpents in my arms.
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