Born in darkness and in sin,
In sin, too, he dies
Rejecting his gypsy brethren.
Now with them he lies.

To his mother he returns,
Unforgiving Seine,
Dead, of life he now must learn.
I feel not his pain.

Always the great inspector,
All was sacrificed
To duty, that great spector.
He did not know life.

There is a higher power
To which we all give in.
Love, it must be far stronger
Than inspector's sin.
He let a man touch his heart,
Then that man went free.
He knew he could never start
To give up duty.

So to his mother he went,
Cold and dark river.
His pain would not have been sent
Had he loved another.