Imagine a carefree troubadour strolling through the countryside, swapping songs for a slice of bread or a sip of water. In Je Chante, MIKA paints a lively picture of this wandering singer who sleeps under the stars, chats with mischievous elves, and sees the moon slip through the trees like a silent cat. Every verse bubbles with playful freedom: no money, no schedule, just a voice that turns every farm and castle into a stage.
Yet the brightness hides a shadow. Hunger gnaws, the police close in, and our hero faces the grim reality of a world that has little patience for dreamers. Rather than lose his freedom behind bars, he takes a rope, slips into death, and returns as a cheeky ghost who still refuses to stop singing. The result is a quirky blend of whimsy and dark humor that celebrates music’s power to outlive hardship, poke fun at authority, and keep the spirit dancing long after the body is gone.