Lacrymogène directly translates to "tear gas." It's a striking and impactful word that immediately brings to mind images of protest and social unrest, making it quite memorable.
In the context of the song, which touches on themes of chaos, pollution, and societal issues, "lacrymogène" fits perfectly. It evokes a sense of conflict and the harsh realities of urban life, adding a powerful layer to the song's critical commentary.
Grems built "Claude Nuage" around a pun you can only hear out loud: say cloud and nuage back to back fast enough and they blur into a name, Claude. The bilingual chant "Cloud, nuage, cloud, nuage" [Cloud, cloud, cloud, cloud] opens nearly every verse and keeps coming back, so the hook itself becomes the fog the song is describing.
The verses in between are angry and deliberately scattered: tear gas, a factory's "déchets" [waste], media that "pue la mierda" [stinks of shit], building up to a line about "le trou noir qu'offre le pouvoir" [the black hole that power offers]. Grems never lingers on one image before jumping to the next, and nothing here resolves into a tidy message. He would rather leave you standing in the fog than explain it to you.