Les Roses Du Bois Boulogne Lyrics in English Slimane

Les Roses Du Bois de Boulogne paints a cinematic night-time scene in Paris’s famous park, where "roses" is a tender nickname for the sex-workers waiting under the trees. The narrator—a young woman who calls herself the prettiest flower—puts on bright lipstick and brave words every evening, never sure she will make it home. She dreams of a “bandit” lover who promises to save her, yet the streets keep wounding her, reminding us that even the sweetest petals come with thorns. Through playful bravado, whispered fears, and a shattering moment of violence, Slimane shows the fragile mix of glamour, danger, loneliness, and hope that colors life on the margins.

Despite the tragedy, the chorus insists that une rose, ça n’meurt pas—a rose does not die. The image of springtime buds hints at resilience: the promise that love, dignity, and new beginnings can still bloom after the coldest nights. The song invites listeners to feel both the sparkle and the sorrow of these “roses,” while questioning the social gaze that labels, judges, and sometimes forgets the people behind the perfume.