Recueillement

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