Oldelaf chats with the month of November like it is a sulky roommate, and the result is both funny and touching. The singer grumbles that this grey outsider tricked everyone into believing summer would stick around, only to drop a damp, chilly blanket over Paris. With tongue-in-cheek exasperation he asks why they now have to huddle indoors, why his fingers burn with cold, and how on earth he should explain to his six-year-old that now is the perfect time to cut back the roses so they will bloom stronger in spring. November is personified as a prankster spoiling café terraces and laughter, while December waits in the wings holding a tiny spark of hope.
Behind the comic complaints hides a deeper portrait of modern anxieties. As Oldelaf lists everything that suddenly scares him—travelling, sharing a drink, attending a concert, even watching a film—he hints at the collective fears that gripped France after recent tragedies. The song becomes a gentle call to resilience: prune the roses, plant new seeds, and let future seasons heal today’s wounds. In just a few witty verses, “Novembre” turns an ordinary bout of bad weather into a warm reminder that gloom is temporary and hope is already on the calendar. 🎵🌹