It'll be soon three years
Three years she's interned
Yes, interned with the crazy people...
With the crazy...
It's their fault if she's here
Only that's it, we don't believe her
But one day it will blow : the Truth !
So as she has enough to cry
With all her strength she starts to yell :
"But I'm telling you I'm not crazy,
Can't you hear me ?!"
I'm not crazy ! I'm not crazy !! I'm not crazy !!!
And there's always the white coats
Again and always the white coats
They say : "No, you're not crazy !"
Not crazy... Not crazy...
The white coats...
Her too, she had a white coat,
Oh, no ! It was a dress... a white little dress...
A white little dress with flowers,
There was sunlight all around these flowers,
And in her hand to her, there was a hand :
A nice hand with singing fingers...
That sang... That sang...
Ah ! The white coats again !...
It'll be soon three years
Three years she's interned
Yes, interned with the crazy people...
With the crazy...
A big line on the eight years
All like it never happens
One night she'll stole them their eight years...
Hey ! There's the hand like the day of the white dress...
But why is it she putted all these white coats ?
No ! As I'm telling you I'm not crazy,
Can't you hear me ?
I'm not crazy ! I'm note crazy !! I'm not crazy !!!
Now you see it was true...
Me, I knew that it'll come back... The hand...
La nice hand that laughed... laughed... laughed...
We will love each other forever...
My love... Aha !
Forever... Aha !
My love... Ahaha !!...
Forever !... Ahahaha !!!/...