Les blouses blanches

It's been almost three years
Three years since she was committed
Yeah, committed with the crazies…
With the crazies…

It's because of them that she's here
But the thing is, no one believes her,
But one day the truth will come out!
So since she's tired of crying
With all her might, she starts to scream:
"But I’m telling you I’m not crazy, can you hear me?!
I’m not crazy! I’m not crazy!! I’m not crazy!!!"

And every time there are the White Coats…
Again and again the White Coats…
They tell her: "No, you’re not crazy!"
Not crazy… Not crazy…

The White Coats…
She too had a white coat,
Oh no! It was a dress… A little white dress…
A little white dress with flowers,
There was sunshine all around the flowers,
And in her hand, there was a hand:
A beautiful hand with fingers that sang…
That sang… That sang…

Ah! The White Coats again!...

It's been almost eight years
Eight years since she was committed
Yeah, committed with the crazies…
With the crazies…

A big line over the eight years
Just like nothing ever happened
One night she’ll go steal back her eight years…
Look! There’s the hand just like on the day of the white dress…
But why did she put on all those white coats?
No! I’m telling you I’m not crazy, can you hear me?
I’m not crazy! I’m not crazy!! I’m not crazy!!!
You can see it was true…
I knew she’d come back… the hand…
The beautiful hand that laughed… laughed… laughed…

We’ll always love each other…
My love… Aha!
Always… Aha!
My love… Ahaha!!...
Always!... Ahahaha!!!...