The Seine keeps flowing

Under the Mirabeau bridge flows the Seine

under the Mirabeau Bridge -

           And our love

and our loves also -

     Comes back to memory again

I need to remember that

Where always joy came after pain

joy always follows sorrow.

Comes night, the hours sound

And when night's bell tolls

Days go round in which to drown

the days take their departure -

I alone remain

Hand in hand, face to face

          While underneath

Holding hand in hand,

     The bridge of our embrace

let us sit face to face while

Eternal gazes, weary waves

underneath the bridge

of our arms pass eternal

Comes night, the hours sound

gazings on such weary waves.

Days go round in which to drown

And when nights bell tolls

Love goes away like the water flows

the days take their departuure -

          Love goes away

I alone remain

     Like life is slow

And like Hopefulness is violent

Love is flowing fast

away, just as these flowing

Comes night, the hours sound

waters flow away

Days go round in which to drown

slow as life itself flows by -

how violent Hope becomes.

Pass the days, pass the nights

          Neither time past

And when the night's bell tolls

     Nor love comes back

the days take their departure -

Under the Mirabeau bridge flows the Seine

I alone remain

Comes night, the hours sound

The days passing by,

Days go round in which to drown

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