Désenchantée

Swimming in the murky waters of tomorrow
Waiting here for the end
Floating in the heavy air
Of almost nothing
Who can I reach out to?

If I have to fall from high above
May my fall be slow
I have only found rest
In indifference
Yet, I would like to regain innocence
But nothing makes sense, and nothing is right

Everything is chaos around
All my ideals: Damaged words
I'm looking for a soul that can help me
I am from a generation, disenchanted
Disenchanted

Who could stop me
From hearing everything
When reason collapses
To which saint to turn
Who can claim
To cradle us in their belly

If death is a mystery
Life is not tender
If heaven has a hell
Heaven can wait for me
Tell me, in these contrary winds, how to proceed?
Nothing makes sense anymore, nothing is right

Everything is chaos around
All my ideals, damaged words
I'm looking for a soul that can help me
I am from a generation, disenchanted

Everything is chaos around
All my ideals, damaged words
I'm looking for a soul that can help me
I am from a generation, disenchanted
Disenchanted