The Seine keeps flowing

Under the Pont Mirabeau the Seine

under the Mirabeau Bridge -

Flows with our loves

and our loves also -

Must I recall again?

I need to remember that

Joy always used to follow after pain

joy always follows sorrow.

Let the night come: strike the hour

And when night's bell tolls

The days go past while I stand here

the days take their departure -

I alone remain

Hands holding hands let us stay face to face

While under this

Holding hand in hand,

Bridge our arms make slow race

let us sit face to face while

Long looks in a tired wave at a wave's pace

underneath the bridge

of our arms pass eternal

Let the night come: strike the hour

gazings on such weary waves.

The days go past while I stand here

And when nights bell tolls

Love runs away like running water flows

the days take their departuure -

Love flows away

I alone remain

But oh how slow life goes

How violent hope is nobody knows

Love is flowing fast

away, just as these flowing

Let the night come: strike the hour

waters flow away

The days go past while I stand here

slow as life itself flows by -

how violent Hope becomes.

The days pass and the weeks pass but in vain

Neither time past

And when the night's bell tolls

Nor love comes back again

the days take their departure -

Under the Pont Mirabeau flows the Seine

I alone remain

Let the night come: strike the hour

The days passing by,

The days go past but I stay here

the weeks passing by - and yet

neither our past time

nor our loves return - under

Mirabeau Bridee flows the Seine -

And when night s bell tolls

the days take their departure -

I alone remain