Than the Serpents in My Arms

”Dorme, dorme meu menino dorme no mar dos sargaços que mais vale o mar a pino que as serpentes nos meus braços” -Mário Cesáriny 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