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.