Désenchantée [English translation]

Swimming in the troubled waters

Of forthcoming days

Waiting here for the end

Floating in the too heavy air

Of the almost nothing

To whom should we hold out our hands

If I must fall from high

Let my fall be slow

I haven't found rest

But in indifference

And yet I would like to recover my innocence

But nothing makes sense anymore, and nothing's fine

Everything is chaos

By comparison

All of my ideals:

Damaged words...

I'm looking for a soul

Who will be able to help me

I am from

A disenchanted generation,

Disenchanted

Who could keep me

From hearing everything

When reason collapses

Which way to turn

Who can pretend

To lull us in one's womb

If death is a mystery

Life isn't exactly tender

If heaven has an hell

Then heaven can still wait for me

Tell me,

How to handle this headwind

Nothing makes sense anymore, nothing's fine

Everything is chaos

By comparison

All of my ideals:

Damaged words...

I'm looking for a soul

Who will be able to help me

I am from

A disenchanted generation,

Disenchanted

Everything is chaos

By comparison

All of my ideals:

Damaged words...

I'm looking for a soul

Who will be able to help me

I am from

A disenchanted generation,

Disenchanted

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