Tim Dup paints a haunting picture of conflict and resilience in Demain, Peut-être. Tears become “gouttes de sel,” skies turn black, and children wander through ruins where schoolbags have no place. Each verse piles on vivid images of war – rouges lueurs, corps qui s’abîment, chemins de ruines – inviting us to feel both the physical devastation and the emotional fatigue that follow violence.
Yet the refrain « Demain, peut-être » keeps a fragile spark alive. Beneath the rubble lies a quiet prayer for change: that tomorrow, maybe, compassion will pour like cement strong enough to rebuild what hate has shattered. The song is a moving reminder that even in the darkest nights, hope stubbornly survives, waiting for the dawn we create together.