La bête est revenue [English translation]

Does anyone know why, one morning,

This beast awoke

In the midst of Pantin

And has amazed everyone

Proclaiming everywhere, loud and clear:

We’ll drive the foreigners out.

Then this man-eating ogre,

Made clones of itself.

Their insidious tirades

Convinced the naive

Who following their xenophobic maxims say:

“We’ll rid ourselves of those microbes!“

Beware my friend, I have seen it.

Prepare yourself; the beast is back!

It is a hydra of slick speech

Which forges a new breed of oppressors.

Our freedoms are under its boot.

Do not open your door to it, my friend.

The belly from whence this monster was born

Is still fertile.

Bertold Brecht told us of it.

He knew the song.

That same one Hitler loved so much,

It is the waltz of the swastika!

So, for a few votes

Some remember Pétain;

It is those Jews, once again,

Whom these dangerous Aryans

Will brandish like scarecrows

In all their sinister propaganda.

Beware my friend, I have seen it.

Prepare yourself; the beast is back!

It is a hydra of slick speech

Which forges a new breed of oppressors.

Our freedoms are under its boot.

Do not open your door to it, my friend.

Stop listening, good people,

To this scourge of the human race,

The heart-wrenching bark

Of this beast of grief

Instilled by the siren songs

Of Xenophobia and hatred.

Leave it to soaps

To wash whiter than white.

Colors liven up

This diverse universe.

Refuse to join this vicious circle

Which promises the moon.

Beware my friend, I have seen it.

Prepare yourself; the beast is back!

It is a hydra of slick speech

From which one hundred thousand mouths spew misfortune.

Our freedoms are under its boot.

Do not open your door to it, my friend.

Because, you see, my little one, I’ve seen it,

The beast,

The beast is back.