Drink avec les stars

La Chica, alias Sophie Fustec, est une chanteuse franco-vénézuélienne. Elle chante généralement en espagnol, mais Drink est en anglais.

Drink est une « chanson pour les morts » dans la lignée des traditions d’Amérique latine où connexion avec les défunts rime avec alcool et chants.

 « Au Vénézuéla, les rituels se font avec du rhum, des chants, des tambours.. L’alcool permet d’accéder à une certaine transe », précise l’artiste. L’ivresse brûlante  obtenue par l’alcool, le chant ou la danse peut aider à exorciser ses démons. « On oublie un peu ses peines et ses malheurs ». (Lu dans un blog de l’express)

I was down when I woke up
He was there, I could touch his face
I was feeling so close his presence
But he faded away in my memoryI drink your memory and swallow my wish
I wanna be drunk ’til tomorrowI have no brain, saturated with smoke and despair
I would rather talk with the essence
I fear the pillow
I don’t want to dream again
I’m his ghostI drink your memory and swallow my wish
I wanna be drunk till tomorrow

Toute autre est la chanson Cheers, (Drink to that), de Rihanna, qui appelle simplement à la fête pour le « freaking week-end ». Et que le Jameson coule à flots !

Takin’ shots in here, you want one?
Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah
Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeahCheers to the freakin’ weekend
I drink to that, yeah-e-yeah
Oh, let the Jameson sink in
I drink to that, yeah-e-yeah
Don’t let the bastards get you down
Turn it around with another round
There’s a party at the bar
Everybody put ya glasses up, and I drink to that
Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah
Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah
(And I drink to that)
Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah
Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeahLife’s too short to be sittin’ ’round miserable
People gon’ talk whether you doing bad or good, yeah
Got a drink on my mind and my mind on my money, yeah
Looking so bomb, gonna find me a honeyGot my Ray Bans on and I’m feelin’ hella cool tonight, yeah
Everybody’s vibin’ so don’t nobody start a fight, yeahCheers to the freakin’ weekend
I drink to that, yeah-e-yeah
Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah’Bout to hop on the bar, put it all on my card tonight, yeah
Might be mad in the morning but you know we goin’ hard tonight (Wooo…)
It’s getting Coyote ugly up in here, no Tyra (Hey…)
It’s only up from here, no downward spiralGot my Ray Bans on and I’m feelin’ hella cool tonight, yeah
Everybody’s vibin’ so don’t nobody start a fight, yeah…Cheers to the freakin’ weekend
I drink to that, yeah-e-yeah

Et que dire de Drunk in Love, de Beyoncé et Jay-Z?
Un hymne à l’amour et à l’ivresse ?