Standing here,
In the dust of dreams.
I can’t recall my name,
Whispered voices calling…

Standing here,
On the darkened street.
Half-remembered years,
Swirl like bitter ashes.

Standing here on the dust-strewn streets,
All my memories are just bitter ashes.
Day and night, searching empty dreams,
In the end we find only bitter ashes!

Standing here,
Stripped of everything.
I have lost my faith,
It’s all bitter ashes.

Standing here,
As the waters rise.
All my memories,
Swirling down the gutter.

Standing here on the dust-strewn streets,
All my memories are just bitter ashes.
Day and night, searching empty dreams,
In the end we find only bitter ashes!

Where are we going now?
What will [bad word] of us?
What does the future hold?
Have you forsaken us?

Where are we going now?
What will [bad word] of us?
What does the future hold?
Have you forsaken us?

Standing here,
in the Vieux Carré. 
Can you hear my voice?
I’m just shadows falling…