Fasten your seatbelt at Orly Airport! La Femme’s "Welcome America" is a fever-dream road movie packed into a song, where the narrator bolts for the USA in search of a mysterious femme fatale and a clean slate. The verses flicker like noir scenes: a black DS taxi, strangers dressed in black, voices hissing about the terror of growing old. Each detail feeds the same impulse — ditch the baggage, hunt for a dazzling future, repaint the world with “légionnaire rage.” America gleams as a neon promise of light, love, and reinvention.
Yet the chorus keeps switching between “trouver cette femme” and “fuyez cette femme,” turning the dream inside out. The promised land becomes a trap, the coveted woman a warning sign, and the shiny escape plan starts to smell like self-delusion. By the end, the song feels like a playful but piercing reminder: you can swap continents, but your shadows still make the trip. "Welcome America" invites listeners to dance, dream, and then double-check their suitcase for the fears they thought they’d left behind.