Désenchantée

Swimming in troubled waters
Of the days to come
Waiting here for the end
Floating in the heavy air
Of almost nothing
To whom should I reach out

If I have to fall from high
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 goes right

Everything is chaos
Beside
All my ideals, the words, damaged
I seek a soul
That can help me
I am
Of a disenchanted generation, disenchanted

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

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 goes right

Everything is chaos
Beside
All my ideals, the words, damaged
I seek a soul
That can help me
I am
Of a disenchanted generation, disenchanted

Everything is chaos
Beside
All my ideals, the words, damaged
I seek a soul
That can help me
I am
Of a disenchanted generation

Everything is chaos
Beside
All my ideals, the words, damaged
I seek a soul
That can help me
I am
Of a disenchanted generation