“Poisson Salé — SOUNDCLOUD EXCLUSIVE!! Sound Preserved in Memory, Stirred by the Future.”

“Poisson Salé” is a bold, experimental franqua-lingua album from genre-pushing producer NuVox, weaving together the lyricism of Lingala and French with modern global rhythms. Collaborating with a diverse cast of international vocalists, NuVox delivers a 14-track odyssey that explores identity, intimacy, resistance, and silence. Each song is seasoned like salted fish—preserved in history, yet deeply fresh and relevant.

From Paris to Kinshasa, from emotional lullabies to revolutionary ballads, “Poisson Salé” unites soundscapes of Afro-futurism, alt-RnB, soul, dancehall, and electronic francophone pop, breathing new life into pan-African memory and musical cosmopolitanism.

This is more than an album—it's a multilingual, multisensory resistance to forgetfulness. Salty, soulful, sacred.

Lyrics by Aime Pandi Bapaga

Titre: Shaka

Hayi, hayi, (Hayi, hayi),  
Hayi, hayi (Hayi, hayi).
Hayi, hayi, (Hayi, hayi),  
Hayi, hayi (Hayi, hayi).

Hey, mon body, (body yeah!)
Veut, ton body, (body, oh whoa whoa!)  
Bebe mon body, veut ton body,
Nazo kufela ton body, (bebe, o’ bebe).

Toute la night wakka wakka, 
Et le matin bakka-bakka,
Come un vrais Jagga-Jagga,
Puissant comme Shaka-Shaka.

Yaka ko chauffer nga poso, eh,
Ko banda mutu ti na makolo, te,
Plaint des bisous a gogo, de Benin à Togo. 
Parce que je poursuis le lolo, O ’griffe nga logo.
Tika fenetre ya kofugwama, mpo mupepe ekota, 
Ata ba ndoki ba yoki biso, nakati ya esprit efrakata,
Toko diya ba biscuit, pe toko mela Fanta.

Hey, mon body, (body yeah!)
Veut, ton body, (body, oh whoa whoa!)  
Bebe mon body, veut ton body,
Nazo kufela ton body, (bebe, o’ bebe) 

Toute la night wakka wakka, 
Et le matin bakka-bakka,
Come un vrais Jagga-Jagga,
Puissant comme Shaka-Shaka.

Na yebi k’ esepelisaka yo, tangu na simbaka yo, 
Na mutolo pe na mukongo, sima nase ya kingo.
O’lingaka bongo; dans ton lingo, nakati ya fimbo.
O’lelaka nakati ya ba sentiments, 
Ba gout ya ba condiments,
Ndeti pondu ya dimanche,
Obelelaka ba numero (Weh obelelaka yango),
Ndeti vendeur ya Figaro. 

Hey, mon body, (body yeah!)
Veut, ton body, (body, oh whoa whoa!)  
Bebe mon body, veut ton body,
Nazo kufela ton body, (bebe, o’ bebe) 

Toute la night wakka wakka, 
Et le matin bakka-bakka,
Come un vrais Jagga-Jagga,
Puissant comme Shaka-Shaka.

Nakati ya ba flow, n’ ebandeli slow
Nakati ya ba flow, n’ ebandeli slow
Nakati ya ba flow oh,
Na ebandeli slow oh.

Hayi, hayi, (Hayi, hayi),  
Hayi, hayi (Hayi, hayi).
Hayi, hayi, (Hayi, hayi),  
Hayi, hayi (Hayi, hayi).

Hey, mon body,
Veut, ton body,
Bebe mon body,
Veut, ton body.

Poisson Salé

Shaka

“Poisson Salé — SOUNDCLOUD EXCLUSIVE!! Sound Preserved in Memory, Stirred by the Future.”

“Poisson Salé” is a bold, experimental franqua-lingua album from genre-pushing producer NuVox, weaving together the lyricism of Lingala and French with modern global rhythms. Collaborating with a diverse cast of international vocalists, NuVox delivers a 14-track odyssey that explores identity, intimacy, resistance, and silence. Each song is seasoned like salted fish—preserved in history, yet deeply fresh and relevant.

From Paris to Kinshasa, from emotional lullabies to revolutionary ballads, “Poisson Salé” unites soundscapes of Afro-futurism, alt-RnB, soul, dancehall, and electronic francophone pop, breathing new life into pan-African memory and musical cosmopolitanism.

This is more than an album—it's a multilingual, multisensory resistance to forgetfulness. Salty, soulful, sacred.

Lyrics by Aime Pandi Bapaga
Titre: Ko Lela Te

Hii, Hii, Hii, Hii, ah, ah, 
Ouh, Ouh, Ouh, Ouh, weh. 
Ha, ha, ha, ha, haha, 
Ha, ha, ha, ha, weh. 

Mon bebe, bebe eh eh, Bebe,
Bebe eh eh, bebe,
Bebe eh eh, bebe,
Mon bebe, bebe eh eh, Bebe. 

Mama kolela te, Kobanga te, tout va bien,
Tika ko perturbé, mpo ngai lelo je me tien,
Tia kimia na mutema, Dieu me prends en soin. 
Suka-suka ba pota ya mutema ebikaka. 

O ko perdre timbre de vivre kaka pona nga,
Pona bolingo nabiso ya bomwana. 

Ko mi tia na nguya te, na ko zonga,
Vie na yo na Kin eko bonga,
Kawusa mayi ya misu, 
Kolela te, “bebe I miss you…”

Mon bebe, bebe eh eh, bebe
bebe eh eh, bebe
bebe eh eh, bebe
Mon bebe, bebe eh eh, Bebe. 
Mon bebe, Bebe, bebe, 
bebe eh eh, Bebe, 
bebe eh eh, Bebe, 
Mon bebe, Bebe, Bebe, eh eh. 

Nakati ya ngunda naza ko bongisa future mama,
Naza ko kolisa mulimu avant Golgotha,
Mpo ba enemies batondi na mukili, 
Ba tie yo nakati ya nguya, nzonto malili.

Mpo omona ngai na esprit ya mabe,
Ba boma ngai mpo oleli nga danzer…

Ko mi tia na nguya te, na ko zonga,
Vie na yo na Kin eko bonga,
Kawusa mayi ya misu, 
Kolela te, “bebe I miss you…”

Mon bebe, bebe eh eh, bebe
Bebe eh eh, bebe
Bebe eh eh, bebe
Mon bebe, bebe eh eh, Bebe. 
Mon bebe, Bebe, bebe, 
Bebe eh eh, Bebe, 
Bebe eh eh, Bebe, 
Mon bebe, Bebe, Bebe, eh eh

Ko tika te, ko tika te, ko tika ngai te…
Pesa nga mutema mama na yo. 
Sunga nga na bolingo 
Na bolingo na yo. 

Mon bebe, bebe eh eh, bebe
Bebe eh eh, bebe
Bebe eh eh, bebe
Mon bebe, bebe eh eh, Bebe. 

Ouh, Ouh, Hii, Hii, ah, ah, 
Ouh, Ouh, Ouh, Ouh, weh. 
Ha, ha, ha, ha, haha, 
Ha, ha, ha, ha, weh.

Ko Lela Te

“Poisson Salé — SOUNDCLOUD EXCLUSIVE!! Sound Preserved in Memory, Stirred by the Future.”

“Poisson Salé” is a bold, experimental franqua-lingua album from genre-pushing producer NuVox, weaving together the lyricism of Lingala and French with modern global rhythms. Collaborating with a diverse cast of international vocalists, NuVox delivers a 14-track odyssey that explores identity, intimacy, resistance, and silence. Each song is seasoned like salted fish—preserved in history, yet deeply fresh and relevant.

From Paris to Kinshasa, from emotional lullabies to revolutionary ballads, “Poisson Salé” unites soundscapes of Afro-futurism, alt-RnB, soul, dancehall, and electronic francophone pop, breathing new life into pan-African memory and musical cosmopolitanism.

This is more than an album—it's a multilingual, multisensory resistance to forgetfulness. Salty, soulful, sacred.

Lyrics by Aime Pandi Bapaga

Titre: Dernier Courrier

  
Perdu dans le désert je suis animé
Agité par l'ego qui trouble mon âme
Je frappe le buste pour cacher mes larmes
Je suis séquestré par des illusions
Que je suis dans la rue 
Et je perds ma vue 
Suffocant d'envie 
Sans la synergie 

Sans ton amour je perds la gravite
Et l'éclat car je me trouve dans l'obscurité
Les comètes d’amour écrasent la vanité
C'est insupportable de porte ce courrier 
Quand je t'entends sangloter
Electrise mes cheveux
Tu ne joue plus les jeux 
Di moi qu’es que tu veux ?

Bebe ton cœur devienne froide 
Tu ne te suicide pour rien, je suis à toi 
Bebe ne perds pas l’espoir a moi 
Tous ce que veut c’est d’être avec toi
Bebe, bebe c’est toi mon âme cœur  
Le dernier courrier est si lourd, 
Mais je suis prêt à le jeter à la mer 
Pour dévisser ta colère  

Comme l'eau d’une rivière vers l'océan
Mon esprit me conduit toujours ver toi 
Mais mes bagages pèsent
Et m’éloigne de ta tendresse 
Bebe mes courrier sont plein des bêtises
Bebe mes courrier sont plein des méprises
Eh, eh, eh 
Bebe mes courrier sont plein des sottises
Bebe mes courrier sont plein des honnis
Et le dernier courrier n’a plus de devise
Pour te changer d'avis
Et que je t'ai dans ma vie

Dernier Courriers

“Poisson Salé — SOUNDCLOUD EXCLUSIVE!! Sound Preserved in Memory, Stirred by the Future.”

“Poisson Salé” is a bold, experimental franqua-lingua album from genre-pushing producer NuVox, weaving together the lyricism of Lingala and French with modern global rhythms. Collaborating with a diverse cast of international vocalists, NuVox delivers a 14-track odyssey that explores identity, intimacy, resistance, and silence. Each song is seasoned like salted fish—preserved in history, yet deeply fresh and relevant.

From Paris to Kinshasa, from emotional lullabies to revolutionary ballads, “Poisson Salé” unites soundscapes of Afro-futurism, alt-RnB, soul, dancehall, and electronic francophone pop, breathing new life into pan-African memory and musical cosmopolitanism.

This is more than an album—it's a multilingual, multisensory resistance to forgetfulness. Salty, soulful, sacred.


Lyrics by Aime Pandi Bapaga

Titre : Poisson Salé

Bebe eh eh, bebe,
Bebe eh eh, bebe,
Bebe eh eh, bebe,
Bebe eh eh, bebe, bebe.

Yo na nga toza moko,
Maboko na maboko,
Bolingo oyo eza solo,
Weh, weh, weh-weh.

You and me we together as one, 
Toi et moi nous ne faisons qu'un,
Ya solo, wanna solo, 
C’est vrai, yeah, it’s true.

Le ciel et les mers nous appartiennent tous, 
Cette amour est si pure et plus grande que tout,
Eza vrai love, vrai love, vrai love, bolingo, 
Cette amour, amour, amour et si belle.
Sukali, taste so sweet, 
Goûter au piment dans le poisson salé, 
Fumbwa na kwanga,
Trop bon, so good, kitoko.

Bébé ti pimentes ma vie,
M’emporte en Inde et en Jamaïque,
J'ai grandi en pensant que l'amour est archaïque, 
Mais aujourd'hui je sais que ce de la pure magie.

You and me we together as one, 
Toi et moi nous ne faisons qu'un,
Ya solo, wanna solo, 
C’est vrai, yeah, it’s true.

Le ciel et les mers nous appartiennent tous, 
Cette amour est si pure et plus grande que tout,
Eza vrai love, vrai love, vrai love, bolingo, 
Cette amour, amour, amour et si belle.
Sukali, taste so sweet, 
Goûter au piment dans le poisson salé, 
Fumbwa na kwanga,
Trop bon, so good, kitoko.

Bebe eh eh, bebe,
Bebe eh eh, bebe,
Bebe eh eh, bebe,
Bebe eh eh, bebe, bebe.

Monɔkɔ na ngai etondi na mafuta, mpo na yo, oh,
Bebe my mouth is salivating, for your love, eh,
Ma bouche est pleine de salive, pour toi, ah,
Ahhhh ah ah, ah ; Ahhhh ah ah, ah, ah-ah.

You and me we together as one, 
Toi et moi nous ne faisons qu'un,
Ya solo, wanna solo, 
C’est vrai, yeah, it’s true.

Le ciel et les mers nous appartiennent tous, 
Cette amour est si pure et plus grande que tout,
Eza vrai love, vrai love, vrai love, bolingo, 
Cette amour, amour, amour et si belle.
Sukali, taste so sweet, 
Goûter au piment dans le poisson salé, 
Fumbwa na kwanga,
Trop bon, so good, kitoko.

“Poisson Salé — SOUNDCLOUD EXCLUSIVE!! Sound Preserved in Memory, Stirred by the Future.”

“Poisson Salé” is a bold, experimental franqua-lingua album from genre-pushing producer NuVox, weaving together the lyricism of Lingala and French with modern global rhythms. Collaborating with a diverse cast of international vocalists, NuVox delivers a 14-track odyssey that explores identity, intimacy, resistance, and silence. Each song is seasoned like salted fish—preserved in history, yet deeply fresh and relevant.

From Paris to Kinshasa, from emotional lullabies to revolutionary ballads, “Poisson Salé” unites soundscapes of Afro-futurism, alt-RnB, soul, dancehall, and electronic francophone pop, breathing new life into pan-African memory and musical cosmopolitanism.

This is more than an album—it's a multilingual, multisensory resistance to forgetfulness. Salty, soulful, sacred.

Lyrics by Aime Pandi Bapaga

Titre: Batangu Mususu

Chorus :
Ko tinda nga ko lala te
Ko tinda nga ko lala te eh e eh e
Ko tonga mur na mbetu te eh 
Nanu na lembi yo te mama eh e
 
Je preffere l’amour mais pas la guerre
Pe motema’ ko koka te
motema’ ko koka te
motema’ ko koka te
motema’ ko koka te
motema’ ko koka te  

Verse 1 :
Na bizaleli na ngai (na ngai)
Na makanisi na ngai (na ngai)
Na mayele na ngai (na ngai)
Pe molende na ngai (na ngai)
Omoni kaka ngai (ngai)
Ondimi kaka ngai (ngai)
Oponi kaka ngai (ngai)
Pe oluli kaka ngai (ngai)
Oy' eza ya solo to ba lotos? (ba loto?)
To lisapo ya bolingo? 

Verse 2:
Ata na lelisaki yo (lelisaki yo)
Ata na monelaki yo (monelaki yo)
Ata na fingaki yo (fingaki yo)
Pe na kosaki yo (kosaki yo eh eh)
Omoni kaka ngai (ngai)
Ondimi kaka ngai (ngai)
Oponi kaka ngai (ngai)
Pe oluli kaka ngai (ngai)
Oy' eza ya solo to ba lotos (ba loto?)
To lisapo ya bolingo

Bridge:
Batango mususu nakanisaka (nakanisaka)
Batango mususu nakanisaka (nakanisaka)
Batango mususu nakanisaka (nakanisaka)
Ndenge yo (ndege yo)
Ndenge yo (ndege yo)

Omoni kaka ngai (ngai)
Ondimi kaka ngai (ngai)
Oponi kaka ngai (ngai)
Pe oluli kaka ngai (ngai)
Oy' eza ya solo to ba lotos (ba loto?)
To lisapo ya bolingo

Ko Lala Te

“Poisson Salé — SOUNDCLOUD EXCLUSIVE!! Sound Preserved in Memory, Stirred by the Future.”

“Poisson Salé” is a bold, experimental franqua-lingua album from genre-pushing producer NuVox, weaving together the lyricism of Lingala and French with modern global rhythms. Collaborating with a diverse cast of international vocalists, NuVox delivers a 14-track odyssey that explores identity, intimacy, resistance, and silence. Each song is seasoned like salted fish—preserved in history, yet deeply fresh and relevant.

From Paris to Kinshasa, from emotional lullabies to revolutionary ballads, “Poisson Salé” unites soundscapes of Afro-futurism, alt-RnB, soul, dancehall, and electronic francophone pop, breathing new life into pan-African memory and musical cosmopolitanism.

This is more than an album—it's a multilingual, multisensory resistance to forgetfulness. Salty, soulful, sacred.

Lyrics by Aime Pandi Bapaga

Titre: Grève de la faim

Maintenant je sais ce que ça fait,
Tomber amoureux quand on est fragile,
Je n'ai aucun sens de l'orientation,
Mais le cœur bat d'allégresse,
De la révélation,
Pour que ce sentiment dure pour toujours,
Pour toujours et à jamais.

Mais à mesure que le jour se lève,
D'un sommeil de promesses vides,
Petit-déjeuner au lit avec dégustation de larmes.
Les feuilles tombent comme des frottis d'automne,
La peur ne cesse de croître,
Je te verrai un jour,
Encore - encore.

C'est l'amour, c'est l'amour disent-ils,
Transforme un loup en proie,
Que puis-je faire ou dire de plus,
Pour passer les jours de pluie,
Te tenant,
Te tenir.

Ne me laisse pas un prisonnier,
De l'engouement qui m'envahit,
Ne dissipe pas le sommet,
De l'amour que j'ai en moi, pour toi.

Bébé, je vais faire une grève de la faim,
Pour que tu vois à quoi ça ressemble,
Pour qu'un vrai homme soit fixé dans l’amour.
Comme un crime passionnel,
Termine par la dévastation,
Je ne veux pas être la cible de l’ exaltation.

Ce n'est pas si compliqué.
Quand tu es obligé,
Aimer,
Aimer,
Aimer.

Grève de la Faim

“Poisson Salé — SOUNDCLOUD EXCLUSIVE!! Sound Preserved in Memory, Stirred by the Future.”

“Poisson Salé” is a bold, experimental franqua-lingua album from genre-pushing producer NuVox, weaving together the lyricism of Lingala and French with modern global rhythms. Collaborating with a diverse cast of international vocalists, NuVox delivers a 14-track odyssey that explores identity, intimacy, resistance, and silence. Each song is seasoned like salted fish—preserved in history, yet deeply fresh and relevant.

From Paris to Kinshasa, from emotional lullabies to revolutionary ballads, “Poisson Salé” unites soundscapes of Afro-futurism, alt-RnB, soul, dancehall, and electronic francophone pop, breathing new life into pan-African memory and musical cosmopolitanism.

This is more than an album—it's a multilingual, multisensory resistance to forgetfulness. Salty, soulful, sacred.

2 Semaines et 4 Jours

Mon Bébé

[Verse 1]  
Under silver skies, I hear your voice  
A fragile echo, I had no choice  
The night is breathing, it pulls me near  
But you’re a shadow I can’t hold here  

[Chorus]  
La lune et moi, we talk of you  
The stars confess what I once knew  
Je t’aime encore, I can’t deny  
Your ghost still dances in my sky  

[Verse 2]  
Time is fragile, it bends, it breaks  
Your memory lingers, my heart still aches  
Je ferme les yeux, I see your face  
But dawn is cruel, it leaves no trace  

[Chorus]  
La lune et moi, we talk of you  
The stars confess what I once knew  
Je t’aime encore, I can’t deny  
Your ghost still dances in my sky  

[Bridge]  
Moonlight whispers, “don’t let go”  
But love’s a river with no flow  


La Lune et Moi

In this episode, Rudy Rupak talks about how blending languages in songwriting creates deeper emotional connections. He shares how English, Hindi, Spanish, and other languages shape his creative process, and how music transcends borders to tell universal stories of identity and emotion.


Rudy Rupak Talks About Blending Languages Through Songwriting and Composition

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At our core, we believe in the transformative power of music. Through high-quality production and genre-defying artistry, we aim to elevate listening experiences, stimulate cultural curiosity, and contribute to the mental and emotional growth of our audience.

Whether we’re developing emerging voices or collaborating with global talents, our mission is clear:

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