
La Pluie turns the never-ending drizzle of OrelSan’s Normandy into a colorful postcard of everyday France. Between jokes about dancing la chenille, gossiping grandmas, and freestyle sessions timed to windshield wipers, the rapper sketches a hometown where umbrellas are as common as unemployment benefits. He salutes a hard-working dad, a TV-swayed mom, and friends who range from book-smart to “haven’t-read-two-books,” all while Stromae’s smooth chorus peeks through the clouds like a shy sunbeam.
The rain is more than weather here – it is a metaphor for routine, doubt, and the risk of “rusting” if you stay still. OrelSan ultimately leaves in search of brighter skies, only to discover he misses the very showers he escaped. The song reminds us that gloom can breed creativity and that home is a mix of grey skies and hidden sunshine waiting to be noticed.
Défaite De Famille is Orelsan’s wickedly funny family reunion gone wrong. Over an upbeat, party-ready instrumental, the French rapper turns the mic into a flamethrower and roasts every relative in sight: the drunken uncle flashing fake gang signs, the gossip-loving aunt, the self-righteous in-laws and the poser cousins who live for social-media likes. What should be a cozy night of canapés and karaoke becomes a catalogue of cringe, hypocrisy and half-buried grudges, delivered with Orelsan’s signature blend of sarcasm, razor-sharp detail and dark humor.
Beneath the laugh-out-loud insults lurks a sharper message. The track turns this chaotic dinner table into a mirror for broader social tensions – class snobbery, generational clashes and the fragile glue that keeps families pretending to get along. Orelsan suggests that blood ties can hide jealousy, resentment and greed, especially when an inheritance is on the horizon. His reluctant closing line, “Mamie, je t’aime… à l’année prochaine,” leaves the party in shambles but offers a brutally honest snapshot of modern family life that is as uncomfortable as it is entertaining.
Tout Va Bien is a bittersweet lullaby in disguise. On the surface, the chorus repeats “Everything’s fine,” yet each verse paints a darker picture: a homeless man sleeping outside, a neighbor covered in bruises, whole cities blown apart by war. Orelsan slips into the role of an adult soothing a child, inventing cheerful explanations for tragic scenes—“He loves the sound of cars,” “She was playing with paint,” “They are making stars in the sky.” The more fantastical the excuses become, the clearer the irony: saying everything is fine cannot make it true.
Behind its gentle melody, the song spotlights a coping mechanism that many societies use—pretend the problems are not there. By flipping horror into fairy tale, Orelsan invites listeners to question the stories we tell ourselves to avoid facing poverty, violence, and conflict. The result is a clever mix of humor and heartbreak that nudges us to open our eyes, break the silence, and admit when things are not fine, so that real change can begin.
OrelSan and SDM kick off “Soleil Levant” like two gladiators at dawn, brushing aside the fake GOATs and reminding everyone that real greatness is earned, not claimed. The track is a whirlwind of flexes, pop-culture nods and streetwise humour, yet beneath the bravado you hear confessions about doubt, love, and the weight that success adds once you finally have something to lose. The “rising sun” image captures that hustle-from-sunrise energy: they push their art, their business and even their demons the moment daylight hits.
What makes the song so gripping is its blend of confidence and self-awareness. One second OrelSan laughs at rivals who cannot outsell his first-week numbers; the next he admits he used to run from problems only to find them circling back. SDM joins in with raw, punchy bars about loyalty, grinding, and staying dangerous in a world full of snakes. Together they paint a picture of artists who know the game is brutal but see every morning as a fresh chance to conquer new heights, glass of wine in hand when it is all over.
In “Basique,” French rapper Orelsan presses the reset button on society’s collective common sense. Over a stripped-down beat, he fires off a series of blunt one-liners that feel like classroom rules for grown-ups: politicians lie, racists lose, and if you keep saying you have no drinking problem, you probably do. By repeating “Basique, simple” he pokes fun at how obvious these truths are and at how often we still miss them.
Beyond the humor, the song is a wake-up call. Orelsan highlights social inequality, media manipulation, and personal responsibility, reminding listeners that flashy words do not equal intelligence and that appearances can deceive—from stylish brands with dark histories to smiling dolphins with shady habits. The result is both a catchy anthem and a sharp social mirror, challenging us to relearn the basics so we can start thinking for ourselves again.
Picture yourself on a quiet winter evening, rummaging through an attic full of childhood treasures. That is exactly where Orelsan takes us in “Rêves d’hiver”: a place where long-forgotten dreams gather dust while the clock keeps ticking. The rapper looks back on the grand plans he once had, only to realize that growing up often means watching those plans slip through your fingers. Regrets, self-doubt, and the feeling of having jumped into the void replace the fearless optimism of youth, leaving him to question whether maturity is just a thicker book filled with crossed-out lines.
Yet the song is not only a lament. Beneath the melancholy beats, Orelsan offers a quietly motivating reminder: focus on laying one stone at a time instead of staring up at the whole pyramid. Life is unpredictable, so act as if you just received your ikigami—a notice that your days are numbered—and make every moment count. “Rêves d’hiver” mixes bitter nostalgia with practical wisdom, urging listeners to acknowledge lost illusions while still daring to live, create, and maybe even rescue a few of those buried winter dreams.
La Quête invites us into Orelsan’s personal time machine, zipping from childhood classrooms that smell of play-dough to teenage nights spent sneaking out of the house. Each verse is a snapshot: the wide-eyed five-year-old hiding in his mother’s kindergarten, the sneaker-obsessed ten-year-old trying to impress his dad, the insecure teenager swapping homework for skateparks and first loves. By stringing these memories together, Orelsan shows how every age brings a new obsession, a fresh impatience to grow up, only to look back and wish time would slow.
The chorus – “c’qui compte c’est pas l’arrivée, c’est la quête” – is the song’s compass. It reminds us that the real treasure is not the finish line but the messy, beautiful journey itself. Family pride, self-doubt, friendships won and lost, even the small rebellions all become stepping stones in the search for purpose. In the end, Orelsan realizes the universe is “pas si mal” after all and invites listeners to savor their own quest, bumps and all.
Jour Meilleur is Orelsan’s heartfelt pep-talk to a friend who is drowning in bleak mornings and déjà-vu nights. With his trademark mix of honesty and irony, the French rapper admits that depression isn’t a cold you can simply “treat,” yet he pledges to stay by the listener’s side for as long as it takes. The desert image pops up again and again – endless sand, no clear exit – but every dune might be hiding the finish line, so the only plan is to keep walking.
Instead of sugar-coating reality, Orelsan balances tough truths (“Tout va s’arranger, c’est faux”) with sparks of hope: when a brighter day arrives, you’ll look back and laugh at today’s struggles. The song reminds us that you can’t control everything, but you can choose to move forward, lean on friends, and believe that a “jour meilleur” – a better day – is waiting just beyond the next rise.
OrelSan’s “Dis-Moi” feels like a late-night voice message you were never meant to hear. Over a moody beat, the French rapper keeps repeating “Laisse-moi tout t’expliquer” while listing a carousel of supposed culprits: boredom, alcohol, stress, fear, ego and the influence of others. Each excuse is a layer of self-analysis that reveals more vulnerability than swagger, showing a man who spirals when he’s alone and loses control when the pressure mounts.
The hook flips the spotlight onto love. OrelSan genuinely cares for “this girl” yet can’t stop hurting her, so he pleads, “S’il te plaît, dis-moi”—asking someone, anyone, to explain his self-destructive loop. The song is a raw confession about owning up to toxic habits, where the real enemy might not be boredom or booze but the fear of facing oneself.
Imagine walking through a city that is soaked in gasoline, every conversation a flickering match. That is the feeling Orelsan captures in L'odeur De L'essence. In a torrent of sharp images he shows how nostalgia for a glorified past, media-fed panic, and political distrust mix into a highly flammable cocktail. Fear of immigrants, climate doom, conspiracy talk, and social-media shouting matches all pile up until the whole country seems ready to ignite. The “smell of gasoline” becomes a metaphor for the tension in the air – you cannot see the fire yet, but you know it is coming.
Orelsan’s verses jump from meme culture to alcohol abuse, from empty consumer jobs to billionaires hiding their wealth, painting a chaotic portrait of a society that has lost its compass. Nobody listens, everyone reacts. The rich make the rules, the poor fight each other, and extremists on every side wait for the spark. By the end, the rapper is practically yelling “Pull up the handbrake before we crash,” yet he does it with dark humor and catchy hooks. The song is both a warning and a mirror – if we can smell the gasoline, it is time to step back and rethink before everything goes up in flames.