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.