Travailler paints a vivid picture of the dreaded alarm clock and the robotic rush that follows. From gulping down breakfast to clutching a lukewarm coffee in an overcrowded metro, Irie Révoltés captures the exhausting loop of wake up, commute, grind, repeat. The lyrics tick through every thankless task — nodding to stale newspapers, a boss’s cold demands, and the nagging fear of getting fired — until the chorus pounds in like a factory machine: “Travailler, travailler, travailler.” The everyday worker is shown as a cog, measured only by productivity, speed and silent obedience.
Yet beneath the groove, the song is a fiery protest against a system where money outranks humanity. Irie Révoltés challenges listeners to question why self-worth must hinge on endless labor, why society applauds sacrifice but ignores well-being. The band dreams of a world that shares resources, values people over profit and refuses to “robotize” its citizens. In short, Travailler turns the daily grind into a rallying cry — urging us to break the cycle, reclaim our time and remember life is worth more than a punch-card.