Remains - Algiers

And the chained man

Sang in a sigh

«I feel like going home»

And the dokhtar fell

Holding the shell of her child

And said, «I feel like going on»

While the captors boast

On how they lower your costs

The rich men gamble

At the foot of the cross

We’re your careless mistakes

We’re the spirits you raised

We are what remains…

And one by one

They made the ants march down

Down into the killing fields

And I know more than one place

Where you might never come back

If you show how you really feel

But there’s a brand new show

For you to watch today

So all the Western eyes

Can look the other way

We’re your careless mistakes

We’re the spirits you raised

We are what remains…