Feeling low? So are the two narrators of “Chez Les Corses”. In a wry back-and-forth, Bénabar and Renaud list every possible reason to sink into gloom: war, invasive hornets, climate anxiety, heartbreak, lost dreams, even the sheer pointlessness of life. They mock the idea that simple hope could fix anything, insisting instead that what we really need is tendresse et force — tenderness and strength — while gleefully bad-mouthing anyone who dares praise existence.
Their antidote to this tidal wave of misery is disarmingly simple: “Allez, viens, on va manger chez les Corses.” Let’s head to the local Corsican restaurant, kill time, toast failed romances, and complain together over hearty food and wine. The song turns shared depression into a bonding ritual, reminding us that when the world feels cruel and absurd, good company, good jokes, and good plates of comfort food can be the most powerful medicine of all.