À refaire
Sunny summer track blending reggae groove with tropical/electro pop at 110 BPM. Upstroke rhythm guitars on the off-beat (reggae-style), warm round bass, beach percussion (shakers, claps), light brass stabs, bright plucks, and wide pads. Verses laid-back, choruses sing-along. Keep it catchy, radio-friendly, and clean; musical drops (no harsh distortion). Subtle crowd ambience. [VOCALS: Male lead (French), relaxed/smiling, slight grit; “crew” backing for gang shouts; clear diction; short slap delay + small room reverb. OUTRO: call & response — dry, centered solo for “— À refaire ? / — Même spot ? / — Même bande ?”, group answers wide and double-tracked; final “En chœur : on serre la vie, on serre la mer — à refaire.” as a wide choir with handclaps.] [MIX/ARRANGEMENT: warm low end, tight kick, bright hats, wide stereo, clean master, no clipping, dynamic range preserved. Cues: understated spoken intro; rising pre-chorus (small risers + tom fills); full chorus with doubles on “à refaire”.
À refaire
Sunny summer track blending reggae groove with tropical/electro pop at 110 BPM. Upstroke rhythm guitars on the off-beat (reggae-style), warm round bass, beach percussion (shakers, claps), light brass stabs, bright plucks, and wide pads. Verses laid-back, choruses sing-along. Keep it catchy, radio-friendly, and clean; musical drops (no harsh distortion). Subtle crowd ambience. [VOCALS: Male lead (French), relaxed/smiling, slight grit; “crew” backing for gang shouts; clear diction; short slap delay + small room reverb. OUTRO: call & response — dry, centered solo for “— À refaire ? / — Même spot ? / — Même bande ?”, group answers wide and double-tracked; final “En chœur : on serre la vie, on serre la mer — à refaire.” as a wide choir with handclaps.] [MIX/ARRANGEMENT: warm low end, tight kick, bright hats, wide stereo, clean master, no clipping, dynamic range preserved. Cues: understated spoken intro; rising pre-chorus (small risers + tom fills); full chorus with doubles on “à refaire”.
Lyrics
🌞🏖️ À refaire - paroles 🏖️🌞
Vacances entre potes, tous célib’ sur la côte,
shorts, lunettes, blagues idiotes — on trace, on flotte.
“Ce soir on se pose”, promesse qui s’tilte en note :
premier bar, premier son, premier antidote.
Au départ c'est “juste un verre” — ça devient “une dernière”,
on refait le monde en terrasse, avec la mer derrière.
Tous les soirs on décolle, la lune en parasol,
réveil midi, sale tête… mais on en rigole.
Débrief à la fraîche, une bière en terrasse,
l’un a perdu ses clés, l’autre… son sens de la classe.
Bref, c’était n’importe quoi — à refaire !
Matins en pointillés, piscine ou mer au choix,
sandwichs, crème solaire, sieste quand l’ombre nous voit.
Stories un peu honteuses, photos floues éclatées,
chronologie douteuse, littoraux enchantés.
On croise un papy qui danse mieux que nous,
claquettes-chaussettes, moonwalk et moves chelou.
Il nous montre le pas, on lâche la raison —
et quand le beat démarre… on suit sa leçon.
Tous les soirs on décolle, la lune en parasol,
réveil midi, sale tête… mais on en rigole.
Débrief à la fraîche, une bière en terrasse,
l’un ne se souvient plus, l’autre à mal au cul...
Bref, c’était n’importe quoi — à refaire !
Même si le ciel se boude, même si la caisse râle,
on trouve un autre plan — et ça repart normal.
On garde ce qui brille, on range le reste au fond,
demain même endroit, même heure… même chanson.
— À refaire ?
— À refaire !
— Même spot ?
— Même verre !
— Même bande ?
— Toujours frère !
on serre la vie, on serre la mer — à refaire. (x2)
Tous les soirs on décolle, la lune en parasol,
réveil midi, sale tête… mais on en rigole.
Débrief à la fraîche, une bière en terrasse,
l’un a perdu ses clés, l’autre… son sens de la classe.
Bref, c’était n’importe quoi — à refaire !
— Même spot !
— À refaire !
— Toujours frère !
on serre la vie, on serre la mer — à refaire.
🌞🏖️ English translation 🏖️🌞
Holidays with friends, all single on the coast,
shorts, sunglasses, silly jokes — we're traipsing, we're floating.
"Tonight we're settling down," a promise that becomes a note:
first bar, first music, first antidote.
At first it's "just one drink" — it becomes "one last one,"
we're putting the world to rights on the terrace, with the sea behind us.
Every night we take off, the moon as a parasol,
midday wake-up call, looking awful... but we laugh about it.
Debriefing in the cool of the day, a beer on the terrace,
one has lost their keys, the other... their sense of class.
In short, it was a mess — we'll do it again!
Dashed mornings, pool or sea,
sandwiches, sunscreen, naps when the shadows catch our eye.
Slightly shameful stories, blurry photos,
questionable chronology, enchanted coastlines.
We meet a grandpa who dances better than us,
tap-socks, moonwalks, and weird moves.
He shows us the steps, we let go of reason—
and when the beat starts… we follow his lesson.
Every night we take off, the moon as a parasol,
noon wake-up call, ugly face… but we laugh about it.
Debrief in the cool of the day, a beer on the terrace, one of us can't remember, the other has a sore ass...
In short, it was a mess—we'll do it again!
Even if the sky is sullen, even if the car is grumbling,
We find another plan—and things start to go back to normal.
We keep what shines, we put the rest at the bottom,
tomorrow, same place, same time… same song.
— Do it again?
— Do it again!
— Same spot?
— Same drink!
— Same band?
— Always brother!
we hold on to life, we hold on to the sea—to do it again.(x2)
Every night we take off, the moon as a parasol,
midday wake-up call, looking awful... but we laugh about it.
Debriefing in the cool of the day, a beer on the terrace,
one has lost their keys, the other... their sense of class.
In short, it was a mess — we'll do it again!
— Same spot!
— Do it again!
— Always brother!
we hold on to life, we hold on to the sea—to do it again.