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Dans ma ville
Karimouche Lyrics
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À flâner dans la ville
Kiffer son air
Son air de gasoil, de chômage
De chaos qui sonne son air
J'écoute mes pas qui résonnent
J'sens la ville, son atmosphère
J’vais faire un tour de roueUne pomme d'amour
J'enchaîne, j’vais boire un verre
J'me reprends et reprends ma route
Sur le tempo de mes pas
La pluie fine me réveille
Me rappelle qui je n'suis pas
Pas née au Pays des merveilles
Mais au pays des dégâts
Ma quarantaine fait sa crise
Je devrais peut-être faire du yoga
Je continue ma route
En kiffant le plein air
J’me fais draguer par des gars
Sauf que je pourrais être leur mère
Ça fait zizir comme un bad trip
T'as mal à la vie, tu l'as amer
Comme une impression
D'avoir flirté avec son frère
J'avance peu à peu et laisse
La jeune fille que j'étais juste derrière
« Pense à la mort une fois par jour »
Me disait ma grand-mère
Pour alléger les regretsLe jour J face à l'heure dernière
Je hais les pierres tombales
Kiff le silence des cimetières
In "Dans ma ville," Karimouche reflects on her experience walking through her city. She describes the atmosphere of the city as one filled with the scent of gasoline, unemployment, and chaos. As she walks, she can hear her footsteps echoing, immersing herself in the energy of the city. She decides to take a ride, indulge in a candy apple, and have a drink, embracing the vibrant urban life.
However, she soon realizes that she needs to refocus and continue on her path. The gentle rain awakens her and reminds her of her reality - she wasn't born in a fairytale land but in a place that has been damaged by various issues. As she enters her forties, she contemplates the crisis she feels and wonders if she should explore yoga as a way to find balance in her life.
Undeterred, she continues on her journey, enjoying the fresh air and surroundings. However, she realizes that she is being approached by younger men who find her attractive. Although it momentarily boosts her ego, it also emphasizes the harsh reality that she could be their mother. This experience feels like a rollercoaster ride, where she simultaneously feels pain and bitterness towards life, creating a complicated mix of emotions.
As she moves forward, Karimouche leaves behind the young girl she once was, embracing the inevitable passage of time. She recalls her grandmother's advice to think about death once a day, which serves as a reminder to live without regrets and make the most of life. She confesses her distaste for tombstones but finds solace in the silence of cemeteries, which allows her to reflect on the transience of life.
Through "Dans ma ville," Karimouche expresses the complexity of living in an urban environment, where both struggles and moments of joy coexist. She navigates the contradictions and challenges, ultimately finding a sense of acceptance and appreciation for the experiences life has to offer.
Line by Line Meaning
Je marchais tranquille
I was walking peacefully
À flâner dans la ville
Strolling around the city
Kiffer son air
Enjoying its atmosphere
Son air de gasoil, de chômage
Its air filled with gasoline, unemployment
De chaos qui sonne son air
The chaos that fills the air
J'écoute mes pas qui résonnent
I listen to my echoing footsteps
J'sens la ville, son atmosphère
I feel the city, its atmosphere
J’vais faire un tour de roue
I'm going for a bike ride
Une pomme d'amour
An apple of love (candy apple)
J'enchaîne, j’vais boire un verre
I continue, I'm going for a drink
J'me reprends et reprends ma route
I gather myself and carry on my journey
Sur le tempo de mes pas
To the rhythm of my steps
La pluie fine me réveille
The fine rain wakes me up
Me rappelle qui je n'suis pas
Reminds me of who I am not
Pas née au Pays des merveilles
Not born in Wonderland
Mais au pays des dégâts
But in the land of damages
Ma quarantaine fait sa crise
My forties are having a crisis
Je devrais peut-être faire du yoga
Maybe I should do some yoga
Je continue ma route
I continue on my way
En kiffant le plein air
Loving the fresh air
J’me fais draguer par des gars
I'm being flirted with by guys
Sauf que je pourrais être leur mère
Except I could be their mother
Ça fait zizir comme un bad trip
It feels weird like a bad trip
T'as mal à la vie, tu l'as amer
You're in pain with life, you find it bitter
Comme une impression
Like an impression
D'avoir flirté avec son frère
Of having flirted with her brother
J'avance peu à peu et laisse
I move forward little by little and let
La jeune fille que j'étais juste derrière
The young girl I used to be just behind
« Pense à la mort une fois par jour »
"Think about death once a day"
Me disait ma grand-mère
My grandmother used to tell me
Pour alléger les regrets
To relieve the regrets
Le jour J face à l'heure dernière
On D-Day facing the last hour
Je hais les pierres tombales
I hate tombstones
Kiff le silence des cimetières
I enjoy the silence of cemeteries
Lyrics © LILI LOUISE MUSIQUE
Written by: Camille Ballon, James Delleck
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