When the passenger, on a sinking ship, Hear around him the waves resound, As far as the eye can see, the immense and dark sea rises to swallow it up,
Without hope of salvation and when the bridge opens, Among the broken masts, terrified, bruised, He straightens his forehead out of the flood that covers him, And lets out a last cry.
Vain cry! heartbreaking cry! The bird that soars or passes Beyond the cloud shivered in horror, And the raging winds hesitate in space To smother it under their clamor.
Like this voyage, in unknown seas, I wander and will disappear within the howling waves; The abyss is at my feet, above my head the clouds Piling up, lightning on the flanks.
The waves and skies around their victim Struggle fiercely, noise, darkness; In the grip of these conflicts, my ship on the abyss Short without compass and dismasted.
But there are other waves, it's a very different storm Who fights in the dark air; The sea is deeper and especially the shipwreck More complete and more disastrous.
Toy of the hurricane that carries him and leads him, Cluttered with submerged treasures and tackle, This lost ship, but it's the human ship, And we are the castaways.
The terrified crew maneuvers in vain in the shadows; Terror is on board, Despair, Mourning; Sitting at the Steering Wheel , Dark Fatality Directs him to a pitfall.
Me, that without my consent the blind Destiny Embarked on the strange and frail building, Neither do I want, mute and resigned, Suffer my engulfment.
Since, in the stupor of supreme distress, My pale companions remain silent, To my voice to remove these heaps of anathemas Who gather against the heavens.
So that it burst with a more energetic jet, I have, in my resistance to the onslaught of the black waves, From all the hearts in me, as in a single center, Collected all the despairs.
That they vibrate so strong, my intrepid accents, May these same deaf skies quiver in surprise; The airs don't need, nor the stupid waves, To shudder to have understood.
Ah! any cry of agony is a sacred cry; He protests, he accuses at the moment of expiring. Well ! this cry of anguish and infinite horror, I threw it ; I can sink!
When the passenger, on a sinking ship, Hear around him the waves resound, As far as the eye can see, the immense and dark sea rises to swallow it up,
Without hope of salvation and when the bridge opens, Among the broken masts, terrified, bruised, He straightens his forehead out of the flood that covers him, And lets out a last cry.
Vain cry! heartbreaking cry! The bird that soars or passes Beyond the cloud shivered in horror, And the raging winds hesitate in space To smother it under their clamor.
Like this voyage, in unknown seas, I wander and will disappear within the howling waves; The abyss is at my feet, above my head the clouds Piling up, lightning on the flanks.
The waves and skies around their victim Struggle fiercely, noise, darkness; In the grip of these conflicts, my ship on the abyss Short without compass and dismasted.
But there are other waves, it's a very different storm Who fights in the dark air; The sea is deeper and especially the shipwreck More complete and more disastrous.
Toy of the hurricane that carries him and leads him, Cluttered with submerged treasures and tackle, This lost ship, but it's the human ship, And we are the castaways.
The terrified crew maneuvers in vain in the shadows; Terror is on board, Despair, Mourning; Sitting at the Steering Wheel , Dark Fatality Directs him to a pitfall.
Me, that without my consent the blind Destiny Embarked on the strange and frail building, Neither do I want, mute and resigned, Suffer my engulfment.
Since, in the stupor of supreme distress, My pale companions remain silent, To my voice to remove these heaps of anathemas Who gather against the heavens.
So that it burst with a more energetic jet, I have, in my resistance to the onslaught of the black waves, From all the hearts in me, as in a single center, Collected all the despairs.
That they vibrate so strong, my intrepid accents, May these same deaf skies quiver in surprise; The airs don't need, nor the stupid waves, To shudder to have understood.
Ah! any cry of agony is a sacred cry; He protests, he accuses at the moment of expiring. Well ! this cry of anguish and infinite horror, I threw it ; I can sink!
