Under the Pont Mirabeau the Seine

Under the Mirabeau Bridge flows the Seine

Flows with our loves

Of our loves

Must I recall again?

And must I be reminded of them when

Joy always used to follow after pain

What joy we had forever came with pain

Let the night come: strike the hour

The hours chime as night follows day

The days go past while I stand here

Days go by while I stay

Hands holding hands let us stay face to face

We’ll wait hands in hands face facing face

While under this

As under the

Bridge our arms make slow race

Bridge of our arms the empty space lets pass

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

A wave weary of our eternal gaze

Let the night come: strike the hour

The hours chime as night follows day

The days go past while I stand here

Days go by while I stay

Love runs away like running water flows

Love slips away like this water’s flow

Love flows away

It must go

But oh how slow life goes

Because life is too slow

How violent hope is nobody knows

And hope is violence and vertigo

Let the night come: strike the hour

The hours chime as night follows day

The days go past while I stand here

Days go by while I stay

The days pass and the weeks pass but in vain

Days drag on and weeks drag on

Neither time past

Neither can

Nor love comes back again

Time past return nor loves gone

Under the Pont Mirabeau flows the Seine

Under the Mirabeau Bridge flows the Seine

Let the night come: strike the hour

The days go past but I stay here