Description
A Monday you don't want to hate. There's no coffee on autopilot, no cursing the alarm clock - just a strange calm, as if life has decided to give you a second chance without reminders and deadlines. It's as if everything can still be fixed: yourself, love, mistakes, and that song that was sung out of tune but from the heart.
Here, Monday is not the beginning of torment, but a small rebirth. Salty air, the beach, fatigue that is no longer shameful. A little sadness, a little sun, and the belief that even after a long winter, you can smile again. Because under this soft light, anything is possible. Especially starting over.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Lundi, lundi, lundi. On est lundi, il m'a fallu du courage.
On est lundi, maintenant, je tourne la page.
J'ai réparé mes morts en chantant sur la plage.
Avec le sourire, j'suis reparti comme un lundi, lundi, lundi.
La vie était bonne, elle le sera encore.
Je me souviens de tous les lundis où j'ai eu tort.
Je vais naturellement vers toi comme le sang coule dans mon corps.
Tout est possible encore sous le soleil de lundi.
La vie m'a mis des petites tartes, mais ça, c'était avant lundi. J'avais froid comme une petite carpe.
Les hivers sont longs le lundi, mais les sept jours passeront toujours.
On reviendra le lundi avec amour.
Peu importe que les semaines brûlent, nique Zara, je garderai le même pull. Nique. Y a du pain sur la planche pour nous.
J'ai pas le cafard du lundi, jamais. Jamais. Ils disent que c'est la loose, je m'en fous.
Moi, j'ai des poèmes qui t'augmentent le pouls. Mes mélodies saignent, mais moi, j'suis doux.
Je parle net, j'suis jamais acide. Je le fais par amour, me remercie pas.
On se verra le lundi pro. Lundi, lundi, lundi. On est lundi, il m'a fallu du courage.
On est lundi, maintenant, je tourne la page.
J'ai réparé mes morts en chantant sur la plage.
Avec le sourire, on est partis comme un lundi, lundi, lundi.
La vie était bonne, elle le sera encore.
Je me souviens de tous les lundis où j'ai eu tort.
Je vais naturellement vers toi comme le sang coule dans mon corps.
Tout est possible encore sous le soleil de lundi. Tu as peur de? Évidemment tout.
Tu as peur de? Évidemment toi. Je te donne le lundi comme un trésor.
Je te fais des pâtes sauce tomate à treize heures. Tout va bien.
J'ai de la chance, la vie ne vaut rien. Lundi me fait du bien.
J'espère que tous les jours auront un peu d'espoir. Le chemin est long et en plus, on sait pas où on va.
Je me balade avec toi le long de la plage.
Prochaine étape, c'est nouveau lundi, c'est une nouvelle destination. Le monde est beau, mais le monde est dur.
Je me prends des grosses droites comme tourne aux destinations.
Les lundis filent à fond, mais je t'aime toujours, toujours, toujours. Lundi, lundi, lundi.
On est lundi, il m'a fallu du courage.
On est lundi, maintenant, je tourne la page.
J'ai réparé mes morts en chantant sur la plage.
Avec le sourire, on est partis comme un lundi, lundi, lundi.
La vie était bonne, elle le sera encore.
Je me souviens de tous les lundis où j'ai eu tort.
Je vais naturellement vers toi comme le sang coule dans mon corps.
Tout est possible encore sous le soleil de lundi.
Lundi.
Lundi.
English translation
Monday, Monday, Monday. It's Monday, it took courage.
It's Monday, now I'm turning the page.
I mended my dead by singing on the beach.
With a smile, I left like a Monday, Monday, Monday.
Life was good, it will be good again.
I remember all the Mondays I was wrong.
I naturally go to you like the blood flows through my body.
Everything is still possible under the Monday sun.
Life has given me some challenges, but that was before Monday. I was as cold as a little carp.
Winters are long on Monday, but the seven days will always pass.
We will come back on Monday with love.
It doesn't matter if the weeks burn, fuck Zara, I'll keep the same sweater. Fuck. There is work ahead for us.
I don't have the Monday blues, ever. Never. They say it's loose, I don't care.
I have poems that get your pulse pumping. My melodies bleed, but I'm soft.
I speak clearly, I'm never acid. I do it out of love, don't thank me.
We'll see you on Monday pro. Monday, Monday, Monday. It's Monday, it took courage.
It's Monday, now I'm turning the page.
I mended my dead by singing on the beach.
With a smile, we left like a Monday, Monday, Monday.
Life was good, it will be good again.
I remember all the Mondays I was wrong.
I naturally go to you like the blood flows through my body.
Everything is still possible under the Monday sun. Are you afraid of? Obviously everything.
Are you afraid of? Obviously you. I give you Monday as a treasure.
I'll make you pasta with tomato sauce at one o'clock. Everything is fine.
I'm lucky, life is worthless. Monday makes me feel good.
I hope every day has a little hope. The road is long and what's more, we don't know where we're going.
I walk with you along the beach.
Next step, it's new Monday, it's a new destination. The world is beautiful, but the world is hard.
I take big straights like turning at destinations.
Mondays fly by, but I still, always, always love you. Monday, Monday, Monday.
It's Monday, it took courage.
It's Monday, now I'm turning the page.
I mended my dead by singing on the beach.
With a smile, we left like a Monday, Monday, Monday.
Life was good, it will be good again.
I remember all the Mondays I was wrong.
I naturally go to you like the blood flows through my body.
Everything is still possible under the Monday sun.
Monday.
Monday.