Imagine your perfect goodbye. That is exactly what Volo paints in Tabarnak: a light-hearted daydream about facing the end of life with bare feet dangling in a cool Canadian lake. The singer admits he knows nothing about dying yet still sketches a crystal-clear fantasy: lying in the grass by a rustic chalet, inhaling pine-scented air, and letting his dernier soupir float over the water. Far from morbid, the scene feels like a postcard from Quebec’s wilderness, calm and almost playful.
What makes it playful is the repeated cry of tabarnak, a famous Quebec French swearword that literally comes from “tabernacle”. Instead of sounding angry, Volo turns it into a cheeky exclamation, a burst of irreverent energy that keeps the mood casual rather than solemn. In just a few verses, he mixes philosophical curiosity with humor, reminding us that if we can choose the setting for our final act, why not make it a lakeside adventure filled with fresh air, tall trees, and a mischievous grin?