Diabolo Menthe [English translation]

In your high school workbooks

Are your dreams and your secrets

All those words you've never spoken

Words of love and tenderness

The woman's words

That you hide and which they forbid

That you are hiding, little Anne

In your high school workbooks

There is blood and tears

The first wounds of your heart

The first wounds

The first rips

That have bruised your soul

That bruise you, little Anne

In high school cafes

You have to bluff, you're lying

Around mint sodas

When you talk about the nights

Last summer

And all these first lovers

You never had except in your dreams

In your high school workbooks

Are your dreams and your secrets

All those words you've never spoken

Words of love and tenderness

The woman's words

That you are hiding, little Anne

That you hide and which they forbid

That you are hiding, little Anne