Désenchantée [English translation]

Laurent Boutonnat

Swimming in the murky water

of tomorrow.

Waiting here for the end.

Floating in the air, too heavy

from close to nothing.

To the one who reaches out.

If I have to fall unexpectedly,

Let my fall be slow.

I haven't found respite

in the indifference.

Still, I'd like to regain the innocence,

but nothing makes sense, and nothing will.

Everything is chaos,

Besides,

All my ideals: words now meaningless

I search for a soul who

can help me.

I am

part of a disenchanted generation, disenchanted.

Who could prevent me

from hearing everything?

When reason collapses,

where can we turn to?

Who can pretend

that we were cradled in her womb?

If death is a mystery;

Life is nothing tender

If heaven was hell,

Heaven can wait for me

Tell me

how to go about in these headwinds.

The more nothing makes sense, the more nothing will.