Picture this: Gims is on yet another sleepless night in a hotel room, surrounded by the buzzing chaos of fame, flights and phone calls. Even with a “train d’vie de fou” (a crazy lifestyle), his thoughts drift to one person who is miles away. The verses paint a movie-like scene where the superstar’s glittering schedule cannot muffle the quiet ache of missing someone. Every city lights up, every crowd screams his name, yet his loneliness grows louder than the applause.
The chorus is his confession: “J’suis trop sentimental.” Being overly emotional is both his superpower and his downfall. He and his lover keep playing hide-and-seek, “on se déguise… on se fuit,” pretending they can move on, but they always circle back. It is messy, possibly “pas très légal,” and definitely addictive. The song is a cocktail of vulnerability, stubborn attachment and late-night regret, showing that behind Gims’ larger-than-life persona beats a heart that cannot let go. Listeners are invited to dance, sing and, above all, feel every shimmering heartbeat along with him.