Ce Gamin-là is like opening an old photo album that suddenly comes to life. The singer watches a small boy shuffle into the schoolyard, tugged along by his mother, while teachers clap to signal another day of lessons. Classroom routines, watchful adults and circling “vultures” set the stage, and then comes the twist: that nervous little boy is the artist himself. By inviting us to replay a scene we all know, the song instantly mixes nostalgia with a playful, almost cinematic energy.
As the verses roll on, the narrator shadows his younger self through first crushes, doctor visits and lazy daydreams. He wants to warn the child about grown-up fears, yet he realises he can barely recognise the kid who will shape him. Each chorus lands like a heartbeat — “Ce gamin-là, c’est moi” — reminding us that adulthood is built from those early moments. Boulevard des Airs crafts a bittersweet anthem about identity, memory and the challenge of staying in touch with the curious child we once were.