Saracen
Xeno & Oaklander Lyrics


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Ce sont des villes
Des cités marines
Qui avancent lentement
Au soleil levant

La lune pleure
La lune se leure
La lune pleure
La lune se leure

And through desert path
And murder tracks
Oh Saracen form (In the sand)
the Berber found his way (Saracen)

Ce sont des villes
Des cités marines
Qui avancent lentement
Au soleil levant

La lune pleure
La lune se leure
La lune pleure
La lune se leure

And through desert path
And murder tracks




Oh Saracen form (In the sand)
the Berber found his way (Saracen)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Xeno & Oaklander's song "Saracen" are in French and describe a slow-moving city or marine city in the early morning sun. The repetition of "La lune pleure" (the moon cries) and "La lune se leure" (the moon sneaks away) gives the impression of a city or world in flux, with the moon as a symbol of change or impermanence.


The second half introduces an element of danger, with a Saracen (a medieval Arab warrior) making his way through a desert path and murder tracks. The Saracen is depicted as a figure of strength and perseverance, symbolizing the ability to navigate difficult terrain and overcome obstacles. The reference to the Berber, a North African ethnic group, adds a geographic and cultural context to the song.


Line by Line Meaning

Ce sont des villes
These are cities


Des cités marines
Of marine cities


Qui avancent lentement
That move slowly


Au soleil levant
Towards the rising sun


La lune pleure
The moon weeps


La lune se leure
The moon deceives itself


La lune pleure
The moon weeps


La lune se leure
The moon deceives itself


And through desert path
Traversing desert pathways


And murder tracks
And deadly tracks


Oh Saracen form (In the sand)
The shape of the Saracen (in the sand)


the Berber found his way (Saracen)
The Berber found his way with the Saracen


Ce sont des villes
These are cities


Des cités marines
Of marine cities


Qui avancent lentement
That move slowly


Au soleil levant
Towards the rising sun


La lune pleure
The moon weeps


La lune se leure
The moon deceives itself


La lune pleure
The moon weeps


La lune se leure
The moon deceives itself


And through desert path
Traversing desert pathways


And murder tracks
And deadly tracks


Oh Saracen form (In the sand)
The shape of the Saracen (in the sand)


the Berber found his way (Saracen)
The Berber found his way with the Saracen




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