Aux armes et cætera
Serge Gainsbourg Lyrics


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Allons enfant de la patrie
Le jour de gloire est arrivé
Contre nous de la tyrannie
L'étendard sanglant est levé

Aux armes et caetera

Entendez-vous dans les campagnes
Mugir ces féroces soldats
Ils viennent jusque dans nos bras
Egorger nos fils nos compagnes

Aux armes et caetera

Amour sacré de la patrie
Conduis soutiens nos bras vengeurs
Liberté liberté chérie
Combats avec tes défenseurs

Aux armes et caetera

Nous entrerons dans la carrière
Quand nos aînés n'y seront plus
Nous y trouverons leur poussière
Et la trace de leurs vertus





Aux armes et caetera

Overall Meaning

Serge Gainsbourg's "Aux armes et cætera" is a reimagining of the French national anthem, "La Marseillaise." Gainsbourg adds a reggae twist to the classic song, giving it a new and unique sound. The lyrics themselves are a call to arms, urging the people of France to rise up against tyranny and fight for their freedom.


The opening lines, "Allons enfant de la patrie / Le jour de gloire est arrivé," directly reference the opening lines of "La Marseillaise," which translate to "Arise, children of the fatherland / The day of glory has arrived." The following lines, "Contre nous de la tyrannie / L'étendard sanglant est levé," are an allusion to the French Revolution and the violence that occurred during that time.


The chorus, "Aux armes et caetera," can be translated to "To arms, and so on," which implies that there is much more to fight for beyond just the physical act of taking up arms. Gainsbourg also references the sacrifice that previous generations have made for their country and the need to honor and continue their legacy.


This song caused controversy in France when it was first released in 1979 due to the reggae beat and Gainsbourg's inclusion of some Jamaican patois. Gainsbourg even received death threats for his interpretation of the national anthem.


Line by Line Meaning

Allons enfant de la patrie
Come on, children of the homeland


Le jour de gloire est arrivé
The day of glory has arrived


Contre nous de la tyrannie
Against us, tyranny


L'étendard sanglant est levé
The bloody banner is raised


Aux armes et caetera
To arms and so on


Entendez-vous dans les campagnes
Do you hear in the countryside


Mugir ces féroces soldats
These fierce soldiers roaring


Ils viennent jusque dans nos bras
They come right into our arms


Egorger nos fils nos compagnes
To slit our sons' and partners' throats


Aux armes et caetera
To arms and so on


Amour sacré de la patrie
Sacred love of the homeland


Conduis soutiens nos bras vengeurs
Lead and support our avenging arms


Liberté liberté chérie
Beloved liberty, beloved liberty


Combats avec tes défenseurs
Fight with your defenders


Aux armes et caetera
To arms and so on


Nous entrerons dans la carrière
We will enter the arena


Quand nos aînés n'y seront plus
When our elders are no longer there


Nous y trouverons leur poussière
We will find their dust there


Et la trace de leurs vertus
And the trace of their virtues


Aux armes et caetera
To arms and so on




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To the plane trees
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"Tang" to the right
And to the left, to the right

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And then, "Bang"
We're banging in
To the plane trees
"Mus" to the left
"Tang" to the right
And to the left, to the right

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In a Ford Mustang
And then, "Bang"
We're banging in
To the plane trees
"Mus" to the left
"Tang" to the right
And to the left, to the right

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