L'Anamour
Serge Gainsbourg Lyrics


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Aucun Boeing sur mon transit
Aucun bateau sous mon transat
Je cherche en vain la porte exacte
Je cherche en vain le mot exit

Je chante pour les transistors
Ce récit de l'étrange histoire
De tes anamours transitoires
De Belle au Bois Dormant qui dort

Je t'aime et je crains
De m'égarer
Et je sème des grains
De pavot sur les pavés de l'anamour

Tu sais ces photos de l'Asie
Que j'ai prises à deux cents Asa
Maintenant que tu n'es pas là
Leurs couleurs vives ont pâli

J'ai cru entendre les hélices
D'un quadrimoteur mais hélas
C'est un ventilateur qui passe
Au ciel du poste de police

Je t'aime et je crains
De m'égarer
Et je sème des grains
De pavot sur les pavés de l'anamour

Je t'aime et je crains
De m'égarer
Et je sème des grains
De pavot sur les pavés de l'anamour





Je t'aime et je crains
De m'égarer

Overall Meaning

In "L'Anamour," Serge Gainsbourg laments the loss of a fleeting love. He begins by stating that there are no means of escape from his heartbreak—he cannot take a plane or a boat to leave behind his heartache. Gainsbourg is searching for the right way to leave behind his pain, but he cannot seem to find the right words or exit door. He sings to transistor radios about the strange story of his lover's transitory romances and sleeps like the sleeping beauty who slumbers.


Gainsbourg's lament threatens to become obsessive. He fears losing himself in the labyrinth of his heartbreak, leading him to scatter poppy seeds on the streets of his love for forgetfulness. His photographs taken years ago in Asia no longer have the same bright colors now that his lover is gone. As he listens to the whirring of a fan, he wishes it was the sound of a plane waiting to take him away from his pain. Nevertheless, the only escape he can find is to throw poppy seeds on the streets, hoping to forget the memories of what he once had.


Overall, the lyrics express the feeling of wishing to escape a broken heart but feeling trapped without a solution to end the pain. Gainsbourg found refuge in singing about his heartbreak and sharing his lament to anyone who would listen.


Line by Line Meaning

Aucun Boeing sur mon transit
I'm not traveling by plane anywhere


Aucun bateau sous mon transat
I'm not lounging on a boat anywhere


Je cherche en vain la porte exacte
I can't seem to find the exact door I'm looking for


Je cherche en vain le mot exit
I can't seem to find the word exit, despite looking for it


Je chante pour les transistors
I'm singing for the radio


Ce récit de l'étrange histoire
I'm narrating the strange story


De tes anamours transitoires
About your fleeting affairs


De Belle au Bois Dormant qui dort
Of Sleeping Beauty who sleeps


Je t'aime et je crains
I love you but I'm afraid


De m'égarer
Of getting lost


Et je sème des grains
So I'm scattering seeds


De pavot sur les pavés de l'anamour
Poppy seeds on the pavement of love


Tu sais ces photos de l'Asie
You know those pictures of Asia


Que j'ai prises à deux cents Asa
That I took at 200 ISO


Maintenant que tu n'es pas là
Now that you're not here


Leurs couleurs vives ont pâli
Their bright colors have faded


J'ai cru entendre les hélices
I thought I heard the propellers


D'un quadrimoteur mais hélas
Of a four-engine plane, but alas,


C'est un ventilateur qui passe
It's just a fan passing by


Au ciel du poste de police
In the sky above the police station




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Written by: Serge Gainsbourg

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Elian


on Ford Mustang

We're swapping spits / We're snorting lines [double entendre] (On s' fait des "lines")
In a Ford Mustang
And then, "Bang"
We're banging in [triple entendre]
To the plane trees / And then, "Bang," we're getting high ("embrasser les platanes = planer" [ French] (=to get high)
"Mus" to the left
"Tang" to the right
And to the left, to the right

A windshield wiper
A pack of Kool
A badge with the inscription
"Keep Cool"
A bar of
Chocolate
A Coca-Cola

We're swapping spits / We're snorting lines
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

A bottle
Of make-up fluid
A flashgun
A Browning (automatic pistol)
A phonograph
A volume
Of Edgar A. Poe
And a plain brass ZIPPO

We're swapping spits / We're snorting lines
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

An edition
Of Superman
A nut from
Paco
Rabanne
A pic of
Marilyn
A tube of aspirin

We're swapping spits / We're snorting lines
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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