Libertango
Brodka Lyrics


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Strange, I've seen that face before
Seen him hanging round my door
Like a hawk stealing for the pray
Like the night waiting for the day

Strange, he shadows me back home
Footsteps echo on the stones
Rainy nights, an hustling boulevard
Parisian music, drifting from the bars

Tu cherches quoi, rencontrer la mort
Tu te prends pour qui, toi aussi tu detestes la vie

Dance in bars and restaurants
Home with anyone who wants
Strange he's standing there alone
Staring eyes chill me to the bone

Dans sa chambre, joel et sa valise
Un regard sur ses fringues
Sur les murs, des photos




Sans regret, sans mélo
La porte est claquée, joel est barré

Overall Meaning

In "Libertango," Brodka sings about an encounter with a mysterious person who seems to be stalking her. She says she has seen his face before and he's often hanging around her door, like a hawk waiting to pounce on its prey. He follows her footsteps back home and on rainy nights, she hears his echoing steps on the pavement. She describes the atmosphere of the city, with Parisian music drifting from the bars, as she observes this stranger following her. The lyrics take a dark turn as the stranger's intentions become more ominous. She asks him why he's seeking death and he chills her with a stare, highlighting the fear and unease that he instills in her.


The song's lyrics are intriguing and cryptic, leaving the listener to piece together the meaning of the encounter. It could be interpreted as a metaphor for an internal struggle with one's own demons, or a warning about being too trusting of unknown strangers. The instrumentation of the song features a mixture of eerie minor chords on the verses and a Latin-inspired, upbeat tempo on the chorus, adding to the mysterious and haunting atmosphere.


Line by Line Meaning

Strange, I've seen that face before
It's odd how familiar this face looks to me


Seen him hanging round my door
I've noticed him lurking outside my door


Like a hawk stealing for the pray
He's like a bird of prey, always on the prowl for his next victim


Like the night waiting for the day
He's like the darkness waiting for the light to fade away


Strange, he shadows me back home
It's strange how he follows me all the way home


Footsteps echo on the stones
I can hear his footsteps echoing on the pavement


Rainy nights, an hustling boulevard
It's a rainy night, and the boulevard is full of people rushing around


Parisian music, drifting from the bars
The sound of Parisian music is wafting out of the bars


Tu cherches quoi, rencontrer la mort
What are you looking for, a meeting with death?


Tu te prends pour qui, toi aussi tu detestes la vie
Who do you think you are, hating life just like me?


Dance in bars and restaurants
We dance in bars and restaurants to forget our troubles


Home with anyone who wants
We don't care who we go home with, as long as we're not alone


Strange he's standing there alone
It's odd that he's standing there all by himself


Staring eyes chill me to the bone
His piercing gaze gives me the chills


Dans sa chambre, joel et sa valise
In his room, Joel packs his bags


Un regard sur ses fringues
He takes a look at his clothes


Sur les murs, des photos
On the walls, there are photos


Sans regret, sans mélo
Without regret or emotion


La porte est claquée, joel est barré
The door slams shut, Joel is gone




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