The Mummer's DanceWhen in the springtime of the yearWhen the trees are crowned with leavesWhen the ash and oak, and the birch and yewAre dressed in ribbons fairWhen the owls call the breathless moonIn the blue veil of the nightThe shadows of the trees appearAmidst the lantern lights[chorus]We've been rambling all the nightAnd sometime of this dayNow returning back againWe bring a garland gayWho will go down to those shady grovesAnd summon the shadows thereAnd tie a ribbon on those sheltering armsIn the springtime of the yearThe songs of birds seem to fill the woodThat when the fiddler playsAll their voices can be heardLong past the woodland days[chorus]And so they linked their hands and dancedRound in circles and in rowsAnd so the journey of the night descendsWhen all the shades are gone"A garland gay we bring you hereAnd at your door we standIt is a sprout well budded outThe work of our lord's hand"[chorus]A Danca Dos MascaradosQuando a epoca da primaveraem que as arvores estao coroadas de folhasOs freixos e carvalhos, betulas e teixosestao vestidos com belos lacosQuando as corujas chamam a quieta luano veu azul da noiteAs sombras das arvores aparecemEm meio a luz das lanternas(refrao)Estivemos caminhando pela noite inteiraE tambem por uma parte deste diaAgora, mais uma vez retornandoTrazemos uma guirlanda de floresQuem vai descer ate os sombrios bosquesE la invocar as trevas?E amarrar um laco nos bracos protetoresNesta primavera?O cantar dos passaros parece preencher o bosqueQue quando o bardo tocaTodas suas vozes podem ser ouvidasMesmo apos o passar dos dias da floresta(refrao)E eles deram as maos e dancaramUma ciranda, em circulos e fileirasE cai a jornada da noiteQuando todas as cores se vao"Uma guirlanda de flores nos lhe trazemosE em sua porta nos estamosE um broto bem cuidado,o trabalho da mao de nosso senhor"(refrao) Nos somos antigosTao antigos quanto o sol...Dead Can Dance ~ Children Of The Sun ~ o album: Anastasis voce encontra no Hot Stock Children Of The SunWe are ancientAs ancient as the sunWe came from the oceanOnce our ancestral homeSo that one dayWe could all returnTo our birthrightThe great celestial domeWe are the children of the sunOur journey's just begunSunflowers in our hairWe are the children of the sunThere's room for everyoneSunflowers in our hairThroughout the agesOf iron, bronze and stoneWe marvelled at the night skyAnd what may lie beyondWe burned offeringsTo the elemental onesMade sacrificesFor beauty, peace and loveWe are the children of the sunOur kingdom will comeSunflowers in our hairWe are the children of the sunOur carnival's begunOur songs will fill the airAnd you know it's timeTo look for reasons whyJust reach up and touch the skyTo the heavens we'll ascendWe are the children of the sunOur journey has begunAll the older childrenCome out at nightAnaemic, soullessGreat hunger in their eyesUnaware of the beautyThat sleeps tonightAnd all the queen's horsesAnd all the king's menWill never put these children backTogether againFaith, hope, our charitiesGreed, sloth, our enemiesWe are the children of the sun Filhos do SolNos somos antigosTao antigos quanto o solViemos do oceanoOutrora nosso lar ancestralEntao um diaPoderiamos todos retornarPara nosso direito de