Fire Brothers
In the valley where the moons and lovers play
Live two children who were born on Saturday
One was dark, one was fair
Fathered by the hawk, mothered by the mare
Stranger children you have never seen
Brothers of the forest and the sea
One was land, one was air
And they kept the fires burning there
In a golden vessel and silver vase
Kept them burning in the strange enchanted place
Kept them burning to the sky
For they knew someday the sun would die
Irmãos do Fogo
No vale onde as luas e os amantes brincam
Vivem duas crianças que nasceram no sábado
Uma era morena, a outra era clara
Filhos do gavião, filha da égua
Crianças estranhas que você nunca viu
Irmãos da floresta e do mar
Uma era terra, a outra era ar
E eles mantinham as chamas acesas lá
Em um vaso dourado e um vaso de prata
Mantinham-nas acesas naquele lugar encantado
Mantinham-nas acesas até o céu
Pois sabiam que um dia o sol iria morrer