Under the Pont Mirabeau the Seine

Under the Mirabeau Bridge runs the Seine

Flows with our loves

And our love

Must I recall again?

I must bring to mind once again

Joy always used to follow after pain

That joy always came after pain

Let the night come: strike the hour

Cometh the night chimeth the hour

The days go past while I stand here

The days go on I lack power

Hands holding hands let us stay face to face

Hands joined face to face each of us abides

While under this

Whilst beneath

Bridge our arms make slow race

The bridge our arms form slides

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

The weary water of love forever's tides

Let the night come: strike the hour

Cometh the night chimeth the hour

The days go past while I stand here

The days go on I lack power

Love runs away like running water flows

Love passes like this running stream

Love flows away

Love takes its leave

But oh how slow life goes

Life is a dream

How violent hope is nobody knows

And Hope a dangerous extreme

Let the night come: strike the hour

Cometh the night chimeth the hour

The days go past while I stand here

The days go on I lack power

The days pass and the weeks pass but in vain

On go the days and on go weeks again

Neither time past

Not time gone by

Nor love comes back again

Nor love can one regain

Under the Pont Mirabeau flows the Seine

Under the Mirabeau Bridge runs the Seine

Let the night come: strike the hour

Cometh the night chimeth the hour

The days go past but I stay here

The days go on I lack power