Que n'ai-je

I could burn the evidence
Sort through the pages of my past
Take a basin or even a river
To replenish the little I have

I could cover my tracks
Change my face a hundred thousand times
Erase my name from all the lists
And disappear from the landscape

Where am I going? What do I have now?
My memory is intoxicated
You try so hard to follow me
Through the wind

I could change my identity
And every night in the abbeys
Make myself blurry or invisible
Be unknown at this address

I could even compromise myself
By remembering nothing
And never again recognize
Your voice that I know so well

Where am I going? What do I have now?
My memory is intoxicated
You try so hard to follow me
Through the wind