Under the Mirabeau Bridge runs the Seine

Under the Pont Mirabeau the Seine

And our love

Flows with our loves

I must bring to mind once again

Must I recall again?

That joy always came after pain

Joy always used to follow after pain

Cometh the night chimeth the hour

Let the night come: strike the hour

The days go on I lack power

The days go past while I stand here

Hands joined face to face each of us abides

Hands holding hands let us stay face to face

Whilst beneath

While under this

The bridge our arms form slides

Bridge our arms make slow race

The weary water of love forever's tides

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

Cometh the night chimeth the hour

Let the night come: strike the hour

The days go on I lack power

The days go past while I stand here

Love passes like this running stream

Love runs away like running water flows

Love takes its leave

Love flows away

Life is a dream

But oh how slow life goes

And Hope a dangerous extreme

How violent hope is nobody knows

Cometh the night chimeth the hour

Let the night come: strike the hour

The days go on I lack power

The days go past while I stand here

On go the days and on go weeks again

The days pass and the weeks pass but in vain

Not time gone by

Neither time past

Nor love can one regain

Nor love comes back again

Under the Mirabeau Bridge runs the Seine

Under the Pont Mirabeau flows the Seine

Cometh the night chimeth the hour

Let the night come: strike the hour

The days go on I lack power

The days go past but I stay here