Dorme, Meu Menino, Dorme

Sleep, my boy, sleep...
The world’s about to end
Here come the fiery horses
From the Count of Assumar
Through the Gold-Rotted Town
The fire starts to burn

Sleep, my boy, sleep...
Sleep and don’t you dare dream
Felipe dos Santos is dead and,
for a lesson to be learned,
after he died on the gallows,
they had him dismembered

Sleep, my boy, sleep...
May God teach you the lesson
of those who suffer in this world
Violence and persecution
Felipe dos Santos is dead
But others will be born

Felipe dos Santos is dead
But others will be born