“La Chanson de Prévert” feels like opening an old photo album on an autumn afternoon. Serge Gainsbourg invites us to drift through memories of a past love, using Jacques Prévert and Joseph Kosma’s classic “Les Feuilles Mortes” as the soundtrack inside his mind. Each time the famous tune resurfaces, the fallen leaves of autumn flutter back, reviving emotions he wishes were long gone. He tries new romances, but they all sound monotone next to the haunting melody that once belonged to her. The result is a bittersweet portrait of nostalgia, where love keeps “dying without ever quite being dead.”
Yet the song also carries a quiet hope. Gainsbourg wonders when indifference truly begins and ends, trusting that time – passing from autumn into winter – will eventually erase the refrain and, with it, the lingering ache. Until that day, the leaves, the music, and the memories remain inseparable, showing us how a single song can pin our hearts to the past while we wait for new seasons to set us free.