Alain Souchon turns everyday wear-and-tear into poetry in "Le Zèbre". Dawn is just dawn, kisses are just kisses, and even love itself feels like a fragile glass ball getting jostled by routine. With witty flashes about the ozone layer and greenhouse effect, he compares our emotional erosion to a planet in distress. Provincial life “freezes” the heart, so something – or someone – has to shake things up.
That someone is the drôle de zèbre: a quirky alter ego who slips into disguises, lies playfully, sneaks a hand under your clothes, and sails off on an imaginary boat. His antics are not betrayal but reinvention, a way to rediscover springtime hawthorn and put color back in our cheeks. In the end the zebra fades, yet his prank leaves a message behind: when routine dulls love, change your mask, change your age, reinvent yourself, and let mischief keep the heart alive.