Hasarder invites listeners into Lomepal’s restless mind, where love, fear and reckless curiosity keep trading places at the wheel. He sings about a romance that feels both urgent and disposable: “You’re the love of my life, but it’s not my only life.” Between sleepless nights, anti-anxiety pills and Death Note references, he paints life as “horribly beautiful” – so dazzling that you want to gulp down another drink even when your heart and head already feel stuffed. The chorus (“Hasarder – I can’t do anything better”) turns a French verb for gambling into a confession: he is addicted to risk itself, spinning through parties, doubts and heartbreaks just to feel something new.
Behind the playful wordplay and laid-back flow lies a bittersweet message. Lomepal suggests that when everything seems possible, choosing one path becomes nearly impossible. His friends stall, fear closes in, and denial tastes like guava – sweet yet faintly poisonous. Rather than looking for tidy solutions, he leans into chaos, knowing he might be the real danger to himself. The song is a witty, melodic shrug that says: life is messy, feelings are tangled, so pour another shot and keep rolling the dice.