Amesoeurs - Recueillement (English Translation) LyricsBe wise, O my Pain, and hold yourself more still
You demanded the Evening; it descends; here it is:
A dark atmosphere envelops the city
Bringing peace to some, worry to others
While the vile multitude of mortals
Under the whip of Pleasure, that merciless executioner
Goes to gather regrets in the servile celеbration
My Pain, give me your hand; come this way
Far from thеm. See the deceased Years lean
On the balconies of the sky, in outmoded gowns;
See smiling Regret rise from the depths of the waters;
See the dying Sun fall asleep under an arch
And, like a long shroud trailing to the East
Hear, my dear, hear the sweet Night approaching