Désenchantée [English translation]

Swimming in the murky waters

of days to come,

waiting for the end there.

Floating in the too heavy air

of near-nothingness.

Whom should we reach out to?

If I shall come down to earth with a bang

let my fall be slow.

I only could find peace

in indifference.

And yet I'd like to recapture my innocence,

but nothing makes sense

and everything's wrong.

Everything is in chaos

in comparison.

All my ideals are but

damaged words...

Looking for a soul that

could help me.

I am from a

disenchanted generation.

Disenchanted.

Who could prevent me from

hearing1 everything?

As Reason crumbles down,

whose breast can we cling to?2

Who would claim they could

craddle us in their womb?

Death might be a mystery,

but life is anything but tender.

If heaven has a hell,

heaven can wait3

Tell me,

how can we take on these crosswinds?

Nothing makes sense anymore, everything is wrong.

Everything is in chaos

in comparison.

All my ideals are but damaged

words...

Looking for a soul that

could help me.

I am from a

disenchanted generation.

Disenchanted.

Everything is in chaos

in comparison.

All my ideals are but damaged

words...

Looking for a soul that

could help me.

I am from a

disenchanted generation.

Disenchanted.

1. Or maybe "understanding". That convoluted French doesn't make much sense anyway2. That's a pun on "[ne plus savoir] à quel saint se vouer"(being at a loss for a Saint to protect you), meaning "being desperate for help"3. ??? Makes no sense to me

• Artist:Mylène Farmer
• Album:L'autre... (1991)