"Désenchantée" (English : "Disenchanted") is a 1991 song recorded by the French singer-songwriter Mylène Farmer. First single from her third studio album L’Autre, it was released on March 18, 1991 and achieved a great success in France, topping the chart for more than two months. It was Farmer’s most successful song and is generally considered as her signature song.The music video was produced by Requiem Publishing and Heathcliff SA and directed by Laurent Boutonnat who also wrote the screenplay. Shot for five days (from February 18 to 23, 1991) in Budapest, Hungary, with a budget of about 240,000 euros, this video was one of the longest ones at the time (10:12) and used many extras : 119 children, many Hungarian actors such as Erika Francz Jánofné. There is another version shortened by four minutes.The video for the single features a riot in what appears to be a concentration camp or gulag facilitywhere people and children are subject to forced labor and being treated abysmally by armed guards. The riot scenes are quite realistically shot and contain much violent action. The anthem-like song goes well with the visual background.According to the French magazine Instant-Mag, this music video has a fairly similar structure to that of "Tristana". It has a gloomy screenplay, an ambiguous end, allows various interpretations and deals with the theme of messianism. Farmer "symbolically embodies the spirit of freedom". The final scene is inspired by the 1830 painting La Liberté guidant le peuple by Eugène Delacroix.[Lyrics:Nager dans les eaux troublesDes lendemainsAttendre ici la finFlotter dans l’air trop lourdDu presque rienA qui tendre la mainSi je dois tomber de hautQue ma chute soit lenteJe n’ai trouvé de reposQue dans l’indifférencePourtant, je voudrais retrouver l’innocenceMais rien n’a de sens, et rien ne vaTout est chaosA côtéTous mes idéaux: des motsAbimés...Je cherche une âme, quiPourra m’aiderJe suisGénération désenchantée,DésenchantéeQui pourrait m’empécherDe tout entendreQuand la raison s’effondreA quel sein se vouerQui peut prétendreNous bercer dans son ventreSi la mort est un mystéreLa vie n’a rien de tendreSi le ciel a un enferLe ciel peut bien m’attendreDis moi,Dans ces vents contraires comment s’y prendrePlus rien n’a de sens, plus rien ne vaTout est chaosA côtéTous mes idéaux: des motsAbimés...Je cherche une âme, quiPourra m’aiderJe suisGénération désenchantée,DésenchantéeTout est chaosA côtéTous mes idéaux: des motsAbimés...Je cherche une âme, quiPourra m’aiderJe suisGénération désenchantée,Désenchantée Less