Corps étrangers
Autour de Lucie Lyrics


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On se sert les coudes
Mais ce ne sont que des bras
On se donne la main
Mais ce ne sont que des doigts
Parfois máªme il arrive
Qu'on se cotoie
Une journée, des semaines
Ou des mois

Quoi de plus familier
Que des corps étrangers

On se dit proche
Mais ce ne sont que des voix
On se dit: viens
Mais le coeur n'y est pas
Parfois même, il arrive
Qu'on se cotoie
Une journée, des semaines
Ou des mois





Quoi de plus familier
Que des corps étrangers

Overall Meaning

The song "Corps Etrangers" by Autour de Lucie revolves around the theme of feeling disconnected from people despite being physically close to them. The lyrics describe how people often rely on physical touch and communication to feel connected, but in reality, these things only emphasize the distance between individuals. The first verse explains how people may lean on each other, but they are only using each other's arms, while the second verse touches on the idea that people may say they are close and speak to each other, but they remain strangers. The chorus questions what could be more familiar than having "corps etrangers," or strangers' bodies, around us as we try to connect.


The lyrics of "Corps Etrangers" are powerful in their simplicity and poignant in their message. They explore the paradox that despite being surrounded by people, we can often feel disconnected and alone. The song conveys the idea that physical touch and communication are not enough to truly bring people together, and without genuine emotional connection, those interactions can only underscore the sense of isolation. The use of a repetitive chorus and the contrast between the verses and chorus helps to reinforce this theme.


Line by Line Meaning

On se sert les coudes
We support each other in words, but it's only superficial help.


Mais ce ne sont que des bras
These arms are not genuine and the support is just a show.


On se donne la main
We pretend to care by holding hands.


Mais ce ne sont que des doigts
But our intent is insincere and it's just a facade.


Parfois même il arrive
Sometimes it happens


Qu'on se cotoie
We're physically close to each other


Une journée, des semaines
For a day, weeks


Ou des mois
Or months.


Quoi de plus familier
What's more familiar


Que des corps étrangers
Than strangers in our own bodies.


On se dit proche
We say we're close


Mais ce ne sont que des voix
But it's just empty words we use to convince ourselves.


On se dit: viens
We tell each other to come closer


Mais le coeur n'y est pas
But our hearts aren't truly in it.


Parfois même, il arrive
Sometimes it happens


Qu'on se cotoie
We're physically close to each other.


Une journée, des semaines
For a day, weeks.


Ou des mois
Or months.


Quoi de plus familier
What's more familiar


Que des corps étrangers
Than strangers in our own bodies.




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