Désenchantée
Swimming in the troubled waters Of the days after Waiting here for the end Floating in the almost Empty atmosphere Who do I reach my hand to? If I have to fall from high Let my fall be slow I only found peace In detachment Although I would like to find innocence again But nothing makes sense, and nothing is going well All is chaos, Off the mark All my ideals: damaged words… I’m looking for a soul that can help me I’m part of a disillusioned generation disillusioned Who could stop me From hearing everything When reason is collapsing? Which saint must I devote myself to? Who can claim To carry us in their womb? If death’s a mystery, Life is everything but easy If there’s a hell in the sky, The sky will have to wait for me Tell me how to go about it In these adverse winds Nothing makes sense any more, nothing goes well anymore Другие переводы Désenchantée. |
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