Des Larmes translates to Tears, and from the very first line Mylène Farmer places us inside a fragile “glass prison” where feelings echo and multiply. The lyrics swing between intimate confession and theatrical imagery: she shields her eyes so no one sees her fear, yet she craves the “bain de foule” the way others crave a soulmate. Everyday routines feel like waking up in a coffin, while literary references to Baudelaire deepen the sense of poetic vertigo. Pain and pleasure blur, highlighted by the chorus where tears of sorrow and joy race down her cheeks.
Beneath the surreal pictures runs a clear thread: life loses color when the person she loves is absent. Farmer flips between isolation and the stage lights, prayer and rebellion, hope and resignation. The constant refrain “À quoi bon vivre si t’es pas là ?” (What’s the point of living if you’re not here?) turns the song into both a lament and a love letter, reminding listeners that even the most dazzling performer can feel utterly alone—and that our tears, however contradictory, are proof we are still alive and still longing.