Anne, ma soeur Anne

Anne, my sister Anne,
If I told you what I see coming,
Anne, my sister Anne,
I can't believe it, it's like a nightmare...Dirty cockroach!
Anne, my sister Anne,
Writing your diary from the depths of your closet,
Anne, my sister Anne,
You thought we would never forget, but...Bad memory!
She comes out of her lair, the Nazi nostalgia:
Swastika, studded boots, and the whole outfit.
She's mainstream, with followers, a party...
Here she is back, the historical hysteria!
Anne, my sister Anne,
If I told you what I hear,
Anne, my sister Anne,
The same speeches, the same slogans,
The same barking!
Anne, my sister Anne,
I wish I could tell you, little martyr girl:
"Anne, my sister Anne,
You can sleep peacefully, she won't come back,
The vermin!"
But a lot of indifference, unwelcome patience
For these former damned, a lot of déjà vu,
Too much indulgence, too many good manners
For this Nazi nostalgia coming out of its lair... like yesterday!
Anne, my sister Anne,
If I told you what I see coming,
Anne, my sister Anne,
I can't believe it, it's like a nightmare...Dirty cockroach!