My black, feathered breast
 [bad word] 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
fall from God is a blessing unknown
It's rivers deep from which I drew

Where is the burning city?
Great Naples, it's kings alone
hunger roared and reared
fool suffers in Rome

Mon enfant, prends patience,
Bientot la nuit tombera.
Dors, si tu peux,
Et reve de pays merveilleux.