Damas Indóceis e Cavalheiros Galantes

Sleep Well, My Love

Your eyes are the sweetest
Expression of blue
That my weary sight
Ever gazed into.

May St Christopher keep you
And guide you by the hand
Right back into my arms
In St Sebastian´s land.

We know well that songs
Won´t ever change a thing,
But what can we do
If we can´t help to sing.

I sing of love and death,
I sing of praises and shame,
I sing to you sometimes
But I do not speak your name.

And when again you reach
Our lips sweet shore,
I´ll make it last awhile
Not knowing what I could want more.

J.