My black, feathered breast
Unto comes o'er mast & sail
Look upon a broken site
Torn apart through wind & hail
Lead me to the chaos of water
As I reveal myself to you
A fall from God is a blessing unknown
Its rivers deep from which I drew
Where is the burning city?
Great Naples, its kings alone
A hunger roared and reared
A fool suffers in Rome
Mon enfant, prends patience
Bientôt la nuit tombera
Dors, si tu peux
Et rêve de pays merveilleux