Invaincu (which means Undefeated) feels like Stromae’s personal boxing ring. He steps in, stares his opponent straight in the eyes, and that rival turns out to be a relentless illness. With battlefield taunts and sports-arena moves — “front kick, balayette et penalty” — he mocks the disease that dares to challenge him. Each bullet, each punch, each time unit (a month, five years, even thirty) becomes a scorecard of how long he has already survived. The lyrics jump between swagger and vulnerability, letting us feel both his bravado and the heavy price he pays.
Even when he admits the pain (“J’ai du mal à l’écrire”), the chorus hits like a victory bell: Tant que j’suis en vie j’suis invaincu. In other words, as long as he is still breathing, he is still winning. Stromae turns suffering into a rallying cry for resilience, reminding listeners that enduring another day is a triumph in itself. The song’s energy is raw, defiant, and ultimately inspiring — a powerful anthem for anyone fighting their own invisible battles.