Révisionniste-Misanthrope

I will tell you the reserve Of a three thousand year old French people For whom freedom was a gift But what of it now? They make us believe Unacceptable suppositions Illusions of wisdom On our past I scream revision We must re-examine everything Intolerable adaption Defamation of our history In the name of my people I say no! I'm revisionist Of the democracy's lies Re-read together their lords Only one voice: it's tyrannical I saw the blood of my brothers run For the colours of our standard Poisoned equality Heads will fall down And if "the oath of the tennis-court" Was just a deceit And if the human rights Were never inscribed Revisionist Under the flag of truth Idealist persecution Heads will fall down Revisionist Stand up for liberty Machiavellian perversion Heads will roll Your knowledge is not my truth A wind of revolt's blowing at last Re-open the prison of "La Bastille" Slide the guillotine's blade I will tell you the reserve Of a three thousand year old French people For whom freedom was a gift But with insurrection their blood!