“Bla Bla” plunges us into the head of someone who is exhausted by life’s empty chatter. Around him, conversations blur into a meaningless “bla bla” while he feels as dried-out as “un chardon séché” (a withered thistle). The only spark that still matters is her eyes—the single source of warmth in a world that suddenly seems worthless and fake.
Behind the sarcasm and self-mockery, though, lies a flicker of hope. The narrator knows he hides behind jokes, “simulates and dissimulates,” but he also believes that his time to talk about love will come. Boulevard Des Airs wraps this tug-of-war between cynicism and longing in an upbeat melody, reminding us that even when everything sounds like background noise, one genuine connection can turn weariness into celebration.