“Mon Amour” is Slimane’s raw, pop-flavored love letter from the streets of Paris. In the song, the French singer rewinds the film of a once-magical romance: candle-lit first dates, wild laughter, and the thrill of “C’était beau, c’était fou.” Now, he is stuck on the pause-and-replay button, wondering what went wrong. Every question he fires off — “Do you still think about us?” “Does any of this still make sense?” — lands in silence, and that silence hurts more than any goodbye.
The chorus turns his heartbreak into a looping soundtrack. Slimane vows to set “an ocean on fire,” beg his lover to return to Paris, and wait at any place they choose, no matter how long it takes. Yet the refrain always circles back to the same unresolved cliff-hanger: “Est-ce que tu m’aimes… ou pas?” The song captures the dizzy mix of hope and desperation that comes with loving someone who might never answer, making “Mon Amour” both a tender confession and a relatable anthem for anyone who has ever stood on love’s fragile edge.
Slimane’s “Dernière Danse” is a cinematic postcard of heartbreak set in the streets of Paris. The singer calls his pain ma douce souffrance – “my sweet suffering” – because even though the loss hurts, it still keeps him connected to the one he loves. Feeling “like a nobody,” he roams the metro alone and begs for une dernière danse, one last dance that might wipe away the “immense sorrow” weighing on him. The song swings between moments of fragility and bursts of defiance, turning a simple city stroll into an emotional roller-coaster.
Yet underneath the sadness pulses an unstoppable life-force. Slimane imagines himself twirling with the wind and rain, craving “a little love, a touch of honey,” and then soaring above the rooftops as he sings je m’envole, vole, vole. Every chorus is a whirl of motion; dancing becomes his survival instinct, a way to drown out the city noise and outrun returning pain. In the end, he admits he is “a child of the world,” hinting that even the deepest wounds can spark new freedom. “Dernière Danse” is both a melancholic confession and a triumphant anthem – proof that when the heart breaks, the body can still dance its way toward hope.
Chez Toi is a heartfelt conversation between two lifelong friends who grew up on opposite sides of the Mediterranean. Slimane looks back on singing his sorrows on a city bench, dreaming of Paris, and spending his summers crossing the sea to reconnect with his roots. Each verse is filled with family advice, closed-door bedroom rehearsals, and the hope that music can carry his démons away. Claudio Capéo joins in to ask the simple, disarming question: “Comment c’est chez toi, mon frère?” (What’s it like at your place, my brother?) – and the answer is surprisingly comforting: “Pas si différent.”
Under its catchy accordion-flavored pop, the song celebrates brotherhood, shared dreams, and the idea that home is wherever the people you love are. No matter how far they travel or how different their neighborhoods look, being together makes life “beaucoup mieux.” It’s an uplifting reminder that borders, backgrounds, and even personal demons fade when friendship and music take center stage.
“Les Amants De La Colline” invites us to climb a moonlit hill where passion crackles like the last drag of a cigarette. Slimane and La Zarra trade breathy lines that swing between devilish taunts and angelic whispers, painting two lovers caught in an almost hypnotic inhale–exhale rhythm. The repeated images of smoke, stars, and trembling hands create a sensual atmosphere in which every kiss feels both euphoric and fleeting, as if the night itself could vanish in a puff of ash.
Beneath the sultry surface, the song reveals the darker sting of addictive love. References to the devil, protective angels, and a pounding heart hint at the lovers’ struggle with inner pain: they try to escape loneliness and “spleen” by climbing higher, only to find there is nowhere left to go but down. Their vow to “fumer jusqu’à la cendre” (smoke down to the ashes) becomes a metaphor for burning through every last moment, however destructive it might be. Intimate, turbulent, and irresistibly poetic, this track turns breath, smoke, and desire into a bittersweet anthem for anyone who has ever loved on the edge.
Slimane’s “Toi” is a raw, heartfelt confession of someone who simply cannot erase an ex-lover from his mind. Across the verses he swings between sweet memories (“On s’fait du bien” – we make each other feel good) and bruising regrets (“Puis on s’fait du mal” – then we hurt each other). The singer admits he was selfish, yet he still feels the burn of the passion she lit in him. Now he is stuck replaying every moment, asking in disbelief how she can act as if they were strangers while he keeps seeing her face each time he closes his eyes.
The chorus hammers home the obsession: “C’est toi que je vois” – it’s you I see. No one else matters, even in the dark, even when he tries to move on. Slimane captures that frustrating tug-of-war after a breakup where logic says “let go” but the heart refuses to cooperate. With its catchy hook and plain-spoken French, “Toi” is a perfect song to explore vocabulary about love, regret, and persistence while feeling every pulse of emotion.
Slimane’s “Nous Deux” invites us into a whirlwind of raw emotion and hopeful persistence. The singer looks back on a broken relationship, replaying every “what if” in his mind: “Si tu connaissais ma vie… si je t'avais pas menti…” Each verse unpacks regret, confession, and longing as he wishes he had spoken his truth sooner and asks whether forgiveness is still possible. Yet, instead of drowning in sorrow, the chorus erupts with determination: “C'est pas fini nous deux, c'est que le début” — a rallying cry that their love story can still start over, no matter how shattered it seems.
At its heart, the song is a plea for a second chance, blending vulnerability with stubborn optimism. Slimane acknowledges fear, pain, and past mistakes, but he refuses to let them have the last word. Like flipping through old photos that still sparkle with life, he clings to the idea that love can rise from the ashes if both hearts are willing. The repeating hook “J't'en prie reviens” (“Please come back”) pounds like a heartbeat, turning the track into a timeless anthem for anyone who’s ever believed that “us two” is worth fighting for, even when it feels impossible.
Adieu invites us into the late-night streets of a heartbroken narrator who is stumbling through grief, bottle in hand, shouting love into the empty air. Slimane paints vivid scenes of solitary walks, abandoned promises, and memories “sur le port,” creating a cinematic snapshot of what it feels like when someone you adore suddenly stops answering your SOS calls.
Yet beneath the tears and swagger lies a stubborn spark of resilience. The chorus’s repeated “Si je m’en sors” (If I make it through) becomes a mantra of self-healing: a pledge to outgrow the lies, to survive the sleepless nights, and to watch the tables turn when the ex finally faces her own reflection. In just a few minutes, Slimane turns heartbreak into both a farewell letter and a victory speech, reminding us that goodbye can sometimes be the first word of a brand-new chapter.
“Des Milliers De Je T'aime” is Slimane’s glowing love letter to someone who has turned his life upside down in the best possible way. He sings that he no longer needs to search, because finding this person has healed every past hurt. The chorus showers the beloved with “thousands of I love you’s,” promising a safe harbor where tears, fear, and heartbreak are replaced by comfort and certainty.
The song paints vivid images: two lovers on the same beautiful boat, fighting against a world that may doubt them, while Slimane vows to be a shield in the cold and the rain. Every line reaffirms an unshakeable commitment — love is never too much, and if one heart is tired, it will always find strength in the arms of the other. Overflowing with tenderness and resolve, the track reminds us that true love is both gentle and fiercely protective, offering endless “je t'aime” as its sweetest refrain.
Les Roses Du Bois de Boulogne paints a cinematic night-time scene in Paris’s famous park, where "roses" is a tender nickname for the sex-workers waiting under the trees. The narrator—a young woman who calls herself the prettiest flower—puts on bright lipstick and brave words every evening, never sure she will make it home. She dreams of a “bandit” lover who promises to save her, yet the streets keep wounding her, reminding us that even the sweetest petals come with thorns. Through playful bravado, whispered fears, and a shattering moment of violence, Slimane shows the fragile mix of glamour, danger, loneliness, and hope that colors life on the margins.
Despite the tragedy, the chorus insists that une rose, ça n’meurt pas—a rose does not die. The image of springtime buds hints at resilience: the promise that love, dignity, and new beginnings can still bloom after the coldest nights. The song invites listeners to feel both the sparkle and the sorrow of these “roses,” while questioning the social gaze that labels, judges, and sometimes forgets the people behind the perfume.
Slimane’s “Toi” is a raw confession that turns a breakup into a cinematic tug-of-war between love and pride. One moment the couple is giving each other pleasure, the next they are tearing each other apart. The narrator admits his selfish mistakes, yet he cannot understand how the other person can walk away so casually. Each time he closes his eyes, it is still her that he sees, while the rest of the world fades into background noise.
At its core, the song captures the stubborn echo of an unfinished love story. The chorus repeats like an obsession: “C’est toi que je vois” – “It’s you I see.” No matter how much he wants to let go, tonight is not the night. The track reminds listeners of that bittersweet space where the heart refuses to move on, blending remorse, longing, and a touch of self-irony into a stirring French pop ballad.
Paname is Slimane’s love-letter to Paris, told from the point of view of a dream-filled teenager who looks at the stars from his high-rise, ignores homework, and promises his mum that one day he will sing for her in the capital. With nothing but “my face and my backpack,” he boards the morning train, carrying poems, songs and big-city fantasies.
The chorus becomes a rallying cry: “Paname, on arrive!”—a mix of excitement, bravado and wide-eyed hope. Slimane celebrates the carefree nightlife, the bars where people forget their problems, and the belief that love will last forever. At the same time, he hints at the harsher reality “after the périph” (Paris’s ring road), reminding us that dreams shine brightest when they stand against everyday grayness. The song is a vibrant anthem of youth, ambition and the irresistible pull of Paris.