Текст песни Шарль Бодлер - Скверный монах

On gloomy walls of the mansions of the saints,
Sometimes, the truth in pictures appeared as
Eyes of hermits, and ice human hearts,
Deaths feat art tempers.
Then bloomed, blossomed the seed of Christ!
Many monks, famous rumor
Humbly laid a cross on his shoulders,
Able to praise the death of a great simplicity.
My spirit - a burial vault where novices bad,
I have to live forever without seeing one
Paintings on the walls of the monastery hateful ...
- Oh, careless servant! When I force BEAC
From the spectacle of my misfortunes and sorrows
I work to make my hands, love of my eyes? [