Envie d'y croire

Si un jour je deviens puissante
J’utiliserai mon pouvoir
Pour mettre fin à tout c’qui est blessant
J’ai envie d’y croire

Si un jour l’air devient propre
Je pourrais tout voir
Respirer des envies rougeâtres
J’ai envie d’y croire

REFRAIN :
Je suis gamine de la rue
Et j’ai envie de croire
Que tout ce que je dois savoir
Ne me dirige pas à un paradis perdu
Pourtant même si le ciel est bleu
La « sagesse » est la stupidité
Et ce monde n’a pas d’immunité
Laisse-moi fermer les yeux

Si un jour je suis insupportable
Je verrai autour de moi
Le monde et sa condition minable
J’ai envie d’y croire

Si un jour la force devient la faiblesse
Je mettrai tout en film noir
La souffrance au nom de « politesse »
J’ai envie d’y croire
(au refrain)

Translation:

If someday I could be strong # I would use my power # To put an end to everything that hurts # I feel like believing it ## If someday the air becomes clean # I can see everything # Breathe in reddish cravings # I feel like believing it ##

CHORUS: I am a street kid # And I feel like believing # That everything I have to know # Isn’t going to lead me to a lost paradise # Then again even if the sky is blue # “Wisdom” is stupidity # And this world hasn’t any immunity # Let me close my eyes

If someday I get insupportable # I would look around me # The world and its dismal condition # I feel like believing it ## If someday strength becomes weakness # I’ll put everything in a film noir # Suffering in the name of politeness # I feel like believing it (repeat chorus)

Whimsical as I tried to be, this turned out to be a lamentation about this world’s unreality. Yeah, I know, this song isn’t whimsical anymore. It’s pathetic. It’s idealistic. That’s how humans are. We make ideals, and because we have our own limitations, all the ideals of this world’s systems – all of them – are not reached. Let’s not go too far: let’s come back to Malaysia. We have the draconian you-know-what. A real pain in the @$$. One moment, you resolve to gather a collective voice of 27 million people or perhaps slightly less, to sign a petition to demand its removal, the next moment, you realise that it’s ultimately in the hands of two people sitting in Cabinet seats. And yes, I went through this situation before. Don’t get me wrong here; I’m speaking as a minor. Yes, I had that ideal.

Heck, even some turn out not to believe in God because they can’t even live their own ideals – they are just confined by their own limitations that they think God has limitations too, and while imagining that God is the perfect person, they put their own limitations on Him, and blame Him for all the chaos in this world – when ultimately, it boils down to our human limitations.

Notice how many systems - or rather, every system in the world has limitations ? The United Nations are there for a noble cause, but then again, a mega-civilisation run by humans has its own limitations. Group 8 has among the greatest limitations anyone can see. No system is perfect, and we can only work towards perfection, that's all.That’s the dismal state of this world. Every verse ends with “J’ai envie d’y croire” – “I feel like believing it” – we feel like believing that ideals can be realised, but as long as human limitation and negative nature impose burdens on us lay people, we can't do much. Pray, perhaps.

Anyways, about the song… I haven’t come up with a tune for it.