[Intro: Filtered vinyl crackle, icy string loop from Swan Lake, heartbeat-like kick] (Elle tombe…) (Elle se relève…) [Build: Ghostly synth arpeggios rising, glitch FX layered with breaths] [Instrumental buildup: pulsing kick, glass chimes, fragmented piano] [Drop: Full rhythm, chopped strings, modulated vocals] Je tombe — Mais je renais Sous les néons froids Je deviens ballet Frappe après frappe Je trace ma voie L’éclat du verre Sous mes pas [Verse: Accelerated tempo, whispered delivery over glitch-pop textures] Pas après pas, friction du sol Elles observent — sans un mot J’ai du sang dans la voix Mais le rythme me croit Chaque pirouette Est une révolte [Chorus: Layered synths and orchestral hits rise, powerful vocal swell] Je danse (je danse) Même brisée Je trace (je trace) Lignes acérées L’amour — inutile L’amitié — fragile Je veux Lumière Scène Et style [Build: Percussion filters in and out, reversed Swan Lake motif looped] (Tu craques…) (Tu n’es pas prête…) [Drop: Aggressive strings and synth drop with glitched vocal chops] Non — je casse Et je continue Verre sous mes pieds Je danse — Encore Encore Encore [Bridge: Slowed tempo, ethereal breakdown, ghost vocals layered] Discipline. Violence. Beauté. Silence. Chaque note Un cri digital Chaque saut Un code brutal [Chorus: More intense, with backup harmonies and distorted FX] Je danse (je danse) Même brisée Je trace (je trace) Lignes acérées Je suis La rage en pointes Le bruit Dans le tutu blanc [Outro: Fragmented piano from Tchaikovsky fades into reverb, breathing slows] Verre éclaté Sur le sol Mais moi — Je vole 📝ENGLISH: (She falls…) (But she rises…) I fall — But I’m reborn Under cold neon I become ballet Strike by strike I carve my path The gleam of glass Under my steps Step by step, floor in friction They watch — but say nothing There’s blood in my voice But the rhythm believes me Every pirouette Is rebellion in motion I dance (I dance) Even broken I draw (I draw) Sharp, clean lines Love — unnecessary Friendship — fragile What I want: Light Stage And style (You’re cracking…) (You’re not ready…) No — I break But I go on Glass beneath me Still I dance — Again Again Again Discipline. Violence. Beauty. Silence. Each note — A digital scream Each leap — A brutal code I dance (I dance) Even broken I draw (I draw) Sharp, clean lines I am The rage on pointe The noise Inside the white tutu Shattered glass On the floor But me — I fly
