Anthracite [English translation]

The thoughts I have in mind

Are blacker than anthracite

But what can I do when you care

So little about us

If I make you laugh

It's that my anthracite humour

Has made a fool of

Your contempt and my passion

But be careful, girl

To my anthracite humour

I will tear, like an animal,

The scream and flowers of Evil

Flowers from a green house, cursed flowers

To the dark anthracite night

I will take them away

From the brambles of your fingers

Come on, come and be quick

So that your anthracite warmth

Can warm up my heart

And make my fury cold

Holding you close to me you move around

In an anthracite rage

But I don't care that you bite

I want your body and soul

It's your eyes I'm avoiding

Because mine is anthracite

And I don't want you to see

All the love I have for you

I love you oh beautiful Aphrodite

With a black anthracite soul

But the more I love and will love you

The more I hurt and will be hurt

• Artist:Serge Gainsbourg