Barbara Pravi’s Notes Pour Plus Tard feels like a handwritten letter slipped into a diary, addressed to every young girl standing on the edge of adulthood. The French singer turns life’s toughest lessons into tender, rhythmic advice: become a woman before you become a mother, trust your heart over the crowd, love the skin you are in, and remember that even geniuses can be terrible at school. By revisiting her own doubts and dreams, she offers a roadmap peppered with humor (belting Céline Dion at the top of your lungs), realism (projects will fail, get back up), and fierce encouragement to chase ambition fearlessly.
The song then shifts into a powerful warning about toxic love. Pravi draws a clear line between passion and violence, insisting that “malamour” – love that hurts – must be named, resisted, and left behind. She urges listeners to speak out, reject shame, and surround themselves with people who give rather than take. In just a few minutes, Notes Pour Plus Tard celebrates self-worth, resilience, and sisterhood, turning every chorus into a promise that the future can be brighter if we dare to write our own notes for later.