THE PONT MIRABEAU

Under the Pont Mirabeau the Seine

Flows with our loves

Must I recall again?

Joy always used to follow after pain

Let the night come: strike the hour

The days go past while I stand here

Hands holding hands let us stay face to face

While under this

Bridge our arms make slow race

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

Let the night come: strike the hour

The days go past while I stand here

Love runs away like running water flows

Love flows away

But oh how slow life goes

How violent hope is nobody knows

Let the night come: strike the hour

The days go past while I stand here

The days pass and the weeks pass but in vain

Neither time past

Nor love comes back again

Under the Pont Mirabeau flows the Seine

Let the night come: strike the hour

The days go past but I stay here