“Celle Que Je Crois” invites us inside a moving road-trip of self-discovery. Hélène Sio begins by claiming she knew every roundabout, arrow and error of her inner map, yet a strange itch under her sleeves urges her to shed that old skin. As she drives through a mental fog, dozens of inner voices whisper at once, making her wonder which one is truly hers. The shifting hair colors — blond, then black — become symbols of all the identities she tries on while the real one waits backstage, impatient to step into the light.
The chorus circles back like a looping highway: “Je n’suis pas celle que je crois” (“I’m not the one I think I am”). Far from despairing, she treats this confusion as an adventure. She fires arrows into the mist, willing to miss the mark if it means breaking free. The song celebrates the messy, thrilling moment when we realize we are unfinished, full of hidden voices and wild potential. It is both a confession and a rallying cry for anyone who feels there is something bigger, braver and more authentic waiting to burst out.