5 acessos
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.