First Amour is Angelina’s sparkling postcard from the edge of first love, that dizzy place where courage keeps bumping into butterflies. She stands in a room full of dancing people yet feels a tender solitude, her thoughts circling the one face she cannot ignore. Some days the sensation is “facile” (easy), other days “fragile,” but every time his eyes find hers she imagines a peaceful love she can dive into without drowning.
Then comes the bold confession: “First amour, je me lance même si j’ai peur.” With those words she scatters thousands of cartoon hearts across the floor and decides to jump, fear and all. The chorus turns nervous energy into a joyful leap, reminding us that the magic of first love is not about being fearless; it is about choosing to risk vulnerability so two lonely hearts can create their own dance.