Paris St. Germaine - The Pogues

The City of Light is dimmed now by the winter

No gut full of wine could keep out this frost

We’ll shiver and sigh by the ice on the river

Ask the dull heavens, «The hell have we lost?»

My heart’s too empty to speak true of sorrow

What’s dust is but dust and as dust shall remain

If only I could, I would make it tomorrow

I’d make it tomorrow where you’d live again

I’ll lay myself down in the mist and the heather

I’ll lay myself down and I’ll wait for your call

The bell rings last orders, we’re walking together

While the boulevards burn and crumble and fall

The boulevards burn and crumble and fall

My heart’s too empty to speak true of sorrow

What’s dust is but dust and as dust shall we fall

The bell rings last orders, we’re walking together

While the boulevards burn and crumble and fall

The boulevards burn and crumble and fall

The boulevards burn and crumble and fall