His Eyes Were Dark
In the shadow of black rocks
Under the overhang of roots and snakes' nests
There He used to sit and sing
He sang his songs
Which nobody understood:
He was old a hundred, two hundred, three hundred years?
Nobody knew it,
Maybe for thousands of years he has been in this world,
Maybe for thousands of years he has been in this world:
His eyes were dark,
But it was owing to wisdom and something mysterious,
They sparkled and penetrated everything,
When He played on his instrument,
The sky grew dark and wind became silent.
Over stony planes only wind runs
And mysterious shadows whisper their stories,
Many of them He told at His rock
And I lived them all with Him.
Seus Olhos Eram Escuros
Na sombra das rochas negras
Debaixo da proteção de raízes e ninhos de cobras
Lá Ele costumava sentar e cantar
Ele cantava suas canções
Que ninguém entendia:
Ele era velho, cem, duzentos, trezentos anos?
Ninguém sabia disso,
Talvez há milhares de anos ele esteja neste mundo,
Talvez há milhares de anos ele esteja neste mundo:
Seus olhos eram escuros,
Mas isso era por causa da sabedoria e de algo misterioso,
Eles brilhavam e penetravam tudo,
Quando Ele tocava seu instrumento,
O céu escurecia e o vento se tornava silencioso.
Sobre planícies pedregosas só o vento corre
E sombras misteriosas sussurram suas histórias,
Muitas delas Ele contou na sua rocha
E eu vivi todas elas com Ele.