Houle
Deluge Lyrics


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Peu m'importe ton bonheur maintenant.
Et même, pour être honnête,
Je te souhaite tristesse, regrets et déceptions.

En venir à haïr pour de nouveau rêver.
Tout se paie mais tout a-t-il un prix?
A pousser au paroxysme les chiennes de douleurs,
On oublie qui on est, on oublie ce que l'on vaut.

Je suis l'abri le cocon de ses névroses,
Les faire siennes, c'est accepter qu'elles nous nécrosent.
Mais il n'y aura pas plus belle nuit que celle de leurs morts.
Quel bel acte d'amour serait-ce que de s'entre-tuer.
Mais il n'y aura pas plus belle nuit que celle de leurs morts.

Je t'aime, tout autant que je te hais.
Que je te hais.

Du gâchis, tant pis, plus d'état d'âme,
Plus froide sert la lame.
Abreuve-toi, à plus forte raison,
De ce déluge i'illusion.





La houle est passé. Faites place au vide.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of déluge's song "Houle" delve into complex emotions of indifference, hatred, and self-awareness. The first paragraph portrays a sense of detachment and apathy towards another person’s well-being, expressing a lack of concern for their happiness. The singer goes even further to admit that they wish sadness, regrets, and disappointments upon the other individual. This displays a deep-rooted bitterness and resentment, showing a desire for the other person to experience pain and suffering.


In the second paragraph, the lyrics explore the idea of transforming hatred into a catalyst for new dreams and aspirations. There is a contemplation on the idea of paying a price for one’s actions and pushing emotions to their breaking point. The intense emotions of pain and suffering are highlighted as a means to forget one's true self and worth. The lyrics suggest that when faced with extreme emotional turmoil, individuals may lose sight of their identity and value.


The third paragraph delves into a dark and introspective exploration of one’s inner struggles and demons. The singer describes themselves as a shelter, a cocoon for their own neuroses, acknowledging that embracing one's inner demons can lead to self-destruction. There is a morbid reflection on the idea of finding beauty and release in the death of these inner demons, symbolizing a twisted act of self-love through self-destruction. The juxtaposition of love and hatred towards oneself is a central theme, showcasing the duality of emotions within the singer.


Finally, the lyrics culminate in a sense of finality and acceptance of the void left behind after the emotional storm has passed. The mention of "Houle" (wave) signifies a turbulent emotional journey that has now subsided, making way for emptiness and a sense of resignation. The imagery of a sharp blade and the metaphorical deluge of illusion further emphasize the destructive and all-consuming nature of the emotional turmoil experienced. The song ends with a stark realization of the aftermath of intense emotions, highlighting the inevitability of emptiness and detachment in their wake.


Line by Line Meaning

Peu m'importe ton bonheur maintenant.
Your happiness is of little importance to me now.


Et même, pour être honnête,
And even, to be honest,


Je te souhaite tristesse, regrets et déceptions.
I wish you sadness, regrets, and disappointments.


En venir à haïr pour de nouveau rêver.
To come to hate in order to dream again.


Tout se paie mais tout a-t-il un prix?
Everything has a cost, but does everything have a price?


A pousser au paroxysme les chiennes de douleurs,
To push the bitches of pain to the extreme,


On oublie qui on est, on oublie ce que l'on vaut.
We forget who we are, we forget what we are worth.


Je suis l'abri le cocon de ses névroses,
I am the shelter the cocoon of his neuroses.


Les faire siennes, c'est accepter qu'elles nous nécrosent.
To make them his own is to accept that they necrotize us.


Mais il n'y aura pas plus belle nuit que celle de leurs morts.
But there will be no more beautiful night than the one of their deaths.


Quel bel acte d'amour serait-ce que de s'entre-tuer.
What a beautiful act of love it would be to kill each other.


Je t'aime, tout autant que je te hais.
I love you, just as much as I hate you.


Que je te hais.
How much I hate you.


Du gâchis, tant pis, plus d'état d'âme,
Waste, too bad, no more scruples,


Plus froide sert la lame.
The blade serves colder.


Abreuve-toi, à plus forte raison,
Quench yourself, all the more reason,


De ce déluge i'illusion.
From this deluge of illusion.


La houle est passé. Faites place au vide.
The swell has passed. Make way for emptiness.




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: François-Thibaut Hordé

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