Lettres sous la pluie by Leyla Romanova: Review

by admin February 20, 2026

February 20, 2026

Lettres sous la pluie by Leyla Romanova: Review

With “Lettres sous la pluie,” Leyla Romanova pens a love letter not just to a person, but to a city and not just any city, but Paris in all its rain-soaked, lantern-lit melancholy. Drawing inspiration from the golden age of French chanson, with echoes of Édith Piaf, Jacques Brel, Charles Aznavour, and Mireille Mathieu, drift gently through its spirit, Romanova inhabits the mood. This is chanson reborn with cinematic intimacy.

The song opens delicately, as gentle piano notes ripple like reflections in puddles, while rustling drums and soft cymbal splashes shimmer in the background. It feels like midnight exhaling. Then Romanova’s rich, velvety voice enters, graceful, poised, effortlessly elegant. She sings, “Le quai rit – la fête de minuit. Moi, je t’attends,” and just like that, we’re standing on a platform, waiting for someone who may never arrive.

As the verses unfold, Saint-Germain-des-Prés becomes an accomplice, where she writes letters on fogged-up windows, but the rain steals them away. “Paris pleure avec moi,” she confesses — Paris weeps with me. The imagery is classic yet piercing: snow falling softly, promises melting “comme la neige au printemps.” Time slips, footsteps fade, and winter erases what once burned bright.

Midway through, the arrangement swells subtly. A gentle guitar joins the piano, lifting the melody into a more passionate register. Romanova’s voice rises too, with a contained fire, like a heart trying to stay composed while breaking.

By the final refrain, the piano softens, almost surrendering. “Plus de toi, plus d’espoir… Juste Paris, ce soir.”

Listen to Romanova’s beautiful “Lettres sous la pluie” on Spotify.