Recueillement [English translation]

Be good, oh my sorrow, and behave more peacefully

You asked for the night, it is setting, here it is

A gloomy atmosphere shrouds the city

Bringing peace to some, worry to others

While some mortals of the vile crowd

Under the whip of pleasure, this merciless executioner

Is going to gather some remorse in the moral-less party

My sorrow, give me your hand, come here

Far from them. See the years gone by lean

On the balconies of the sky in old fashioned gowns

Appear from the depths of the water the cheerful regret

The dying sun sleeping under an arch

And like a thin blanket directed towards the east

Hear, my darling, hear the sweet night that walks