Under the Pont Mirabeau the Seine

The Seine keeps flowing

Flows with our loves

under the Mirabeau Bridge -

Must I recall again?

and our loves also -

Joy always used to follow after pain

I need to remember that

joy always follows sorrow.

Let the night come: strike the hour

The days go past while I stand here

And when night's bell tolls

the days take their departure -

Hands holding hands let us stay face to face

I alone remain

While under this

Bridge our arms make slow race

Holding hand in hand,

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

let us sit face to face while

underneath the bridge

Let the night come: strike the hour

of our arms pass eternal

The days go past while I stand here

gazings on such weary waves.

Love runs away like running water flows

And when nights bell tolls

Love flows away

the days take their departuure -

But oh how slow life goes

I alone remain

How violent hope is nobody knows

Love is flowing fast

Let the night come: strike the hour

away, just as these flowing

The days go past while I stand here

waters flow away

slow as life itself flows by -

The days pass and the weeks pass but in vain

how violent Hope becomes.

Neither time past

Nor love comes back again

And when the night's bell tolls

Under the Pont Mirabeau flows the Seine

the days take their departure -

I alone remain

Let the night come: strike the hour

The days go past but I stay here

The days passing by,

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