Pick up the phone—‘Allô’! Zaho’s call rings out like an electric jolt, inviting us into the diary of a fearless dream-chaser. Guitar in hand and a Bob Marley T-shirt on her back, she bolts from Algiers toward the unknown, confessing that she could have failed, crashed, or even ended up “menottée” (in handcuffs). Instead, luck knocks and she answers with urgency, vowing to make noise “comme les ambulances” before her time runs out. Every “Allô?” is both a question and a rallying cry: Can you hear me while I chase the world in real time?
Beneath the upbeat rhythm lies the solitude of exile. Zaho’s new skyline of neon lights and skyscrapers watches her bloom, wilt, and bloom again. Tides rise and fall, doubts whisper, yet she keeps sprinting, accepting that her fate flips between heads and tails. Whether her dreams sink “à l’eau” or shoot across the sky like a comet, she owns the journey—en solo. The song is a vibrant mix of courage, homesickness, and relentless ambition that urges listeners to answer their own inner call and keep moving, no matter how far from home they roam.