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