Under the Mirabeau bridge flows the Seine

The Seine keeps flowing

           And our love

under the Mirabeau Bridge -

     Comes back to memory again

and our loves also -

Where always joy came after pain

I need to remember that

joy always follows sorrow.

Comes night, the hours sound

Days go round in which to drown

And when night's bell tolls

the days take their departure -

Hand in hand, face to face

I alone remain

          While underneath

     The bridge of our embrace

Holding hand in hand,

Eternal gazes, weary waves

let us sit face to face while

underneath the bridge

Comes night, the hours sound

of our arms pass eternal

Days go round in which to drown

gazings on such weary waves.

Love goes away like the water flows

And when nights bell tolls

          Love goes away

the days take their departuure -

     Like life is slow

I alone remain

And like Hopefulness is violent

Love is flowing fast

Comes night, the hours sound

away, just as these flowing

Days go round in which to drown

waters flow away

slow as life itself flows by -

Pass the days, pass the nights

how violent Hope becomes.

          Neither time past

     Nor love comes back

And when the night's bell tolls

Under the Mirabeau bridge flows the Seine

the days take their departure -

I alone remain

Comes night, the hours sound

Days go round in which to drown

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