Comments on: Desenchantée http://allmy.loveisgone.com/2007/08/06/desenchantee/ Thoughts, Emotions, Passions and Poems Fri, 04 Jul 2008 19:06:21 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.2.1 By: Enchanted http://allmy.loveisgone.com/2007/08/06/desenchantee/#comment-228 Enchanted Tue, 25 Dec 2007 03:44:57 +0000 http://allmy.loveisgone.com/2007/08/06/desenchantee/#comment-228 I really do love this song, like you. Its melody as well as its lyrics are simply magical. Here is a translation which I've just done myself. :) To swim in turbid waters Of the coming days To wait here for the end To float in the oppressive air Of almost nothing Whose hand is there to hold? If I must fall from high up May my fall be slow I have found no peace Except in indifference However, I want to rediscover innocence But nothing has any meaning, and nothing goes well Everything is chaos Around me All of my ideals: spoiled Words I seek a soul which Can help me I'm part of a disillusioned generation, Disillusioned Who could prevent me From hearing everything When reason is collapsing? To which breast does one pledge oneself That can pretend To soothe us in its stomach? If death is a mystery Life has nothing tender If the sky has a hell The sky can then wait for me Tell me In these opposing winds, how does one go about doing it? Nothing more has any meaning, nothing more goes well Everything is chaos Around me All of my ideals: spoiled Words I seek a soul which Can help me I'm part of a disillusioned generation, Disillusioned I really do love this song, like you. Its melody as well as its lyrics are simply magical. Here is a translation which I’ve just done myself. :)

To swim in turbid waters
Of the coming days
To wait here for the end
To float in the oppressive air
Of almost nothing
Whose hand is there to hold?

If I must fall from high up
May my fall be slow
I have found no peace
Except in indifference
However, I want to rediscover innocence
But nothing has any meaning, and nothing goes well

Everything is chaos
Around me
All of my ideals: spoiled
Words
I seek a soul which
Can help me
I’m part of a disillusioned generation,
Disillusioned

Who could prevent me
From hearing everything
When reason is collapsing?
To which breast does one pledge oneself
That can pretend
To soothe us in its stomach?

If death is a mystery
Life has nothing tender
If the sky has a hell
The sky can then wait for me
Tell me
In these opposing winds, how does one go about doing it?
Nothing more has any meaning, nothing more goes well

Everything is chaos
Around me
All of my ideals: spoiled
Words
I seek a soul which
Can help me
I’m part of a disillusioned generation,
Disillusioned

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