Désenchantée [English translation]

Swimming in the troubled waters

Of the forthcoming days

Waiting here for the end

Floating through the heavy air

Of the almost nothing

To whom should hold out the hand

If I must falling from high

Let my fall be slow

I haven't found rest

But indifference

However, I would like to recover the innocence

But nothing makes sense, and nothing is fine

Everything is chaos

Beside

All my ideals: words

Damaged...

I am looking for a soul who

Will be able to help me

I am

From a disenchanted generation,

Disenchanted

Who could prevent me

To hear everything

When the reason collapses

To whom saint we should be devoting

Who can pretend

To rock us in one's belly

If death is a mystery

Life is nothing of tender

If Heaven has a hell

Heaven can wait for me well

Tell me,

How to handle this headwind

Nothing more makes sense anymore, nothing no longer is fine

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