Under the Pont Mirabeau the Seine

Under the Mirabeau bridge flows the Seine

Flows with our loves

           And our love

Must I recall again?

     Comes back to memory again

Joy always used to follow after pain

Where always joy came after pain

Let the night come: strike the hour

Comes night, the hours sound

The days go past while I stand here

Days go round in which to drown

Hands holding hands let us stay face to face

Hand in hand, face to face

While under this

          While underneath

Bridge our arms make slow race

     The bridge of our embrace

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

Eternal gazes, weary waves

Let the night come: strike the hour

Comes night, the hours sound

The days go past while I stand here

Days go round in which to drown

Love runs away like running water flows

Love goes away like the water flows

Love flows away

          Love goes away

But oh how slow life goes

     Like life is slow

How violent hope is nobody knows

And like Hopefulness is violent

Let the night come: strike the hour

Comes night, the hours sound

The days go past while I stand here

Days go round in which to drown

The days pass and the weeks pass but in vain

Pass the days, pass the nights

Neither time past

          Neither time past

Nor love comes back again

     Nor love comes back

Under the Pont Mirabeau flows the Seine

Under the Mirabeau bridge flows the Seine

Let the night come: strike the hour

Comes night, the hours sound

The days go past but I stay here

Days go round in which to drown