Mauvais Présage paints a dreamlike scene where love and identity seem to dissolve in surreal flashes of imagery. Silver statues, silk horses, and a rain “glacée de sang” swirl together like snapshots from a fading memory, all orbiting the central question: “Qui es-tu vraiment?” The singer sifts through shimmering fragments of summer and the sting of concrete blades, sensing that a dark omen hovers over a relationship now trapped in limbo.
As “les temps sont capricieux,” time itself plays tricks, leaving two people unable to truly see each other anymore. Hands cover eyes, disappointed portraits fade, and the night threatens to drown what is left. Yet in the very act of confronting these eerie symbols, the song hints that life may still reclaim what the shadows have stolen. It is a bittersweet postcard from the edge of a storm—part nostalgia, part warning, and entirely hypnotic.