Place de la Republique

Lately i have been listening to french music, especially obsessing over the song "Place de la Republique". And today i was laying in my bed reading, when the melody came to me. It didn't surprise me when it came because it is a song that often moves through me with precise alacrity. There is something about it that brings me back to my foundation, to everything i love and am. But when I start to hum it, the words become mush in my brain. I have taken several courses of French but truly understanding and remembering the words is something foreign to me, and i end up substituting my own words instead of the songs actual words. Today it went something like this "Il est amore.." (He loved). I know neither if it is grammatically correct or if those are the actual words, but it suits me.
 When I listen to French music the words don't stick in my mind as something relatable or important. They end up like mud, and slosh around till i make up my own french lyrics, or i truly dwell on a particular sentence. But once i get it, i end up singing that sentence over and over and over until the people around me give me annoyed glances. I actually don't mind their glances so much, because to me understanding french is like a game; I am the lioness on the prowl and the words and phrases are little mice dashing around with incredible speed. And when i manage to truly understand, after carefully cradling the vowels and consonants between my teeth, i suddenly feel like i have mastered something. Such is the delight I feel when i completely understand someone. I love people for what they are; beautiful creatures, that are a whole ocean full of things to discover.