Under the Mirabeau Bridge flows the Seine

Under the Pont Mirabeau the Seine

Of our loves

Flows with our loves

And must I be reminded of them when

Must I recall again?

What joy we had forever came with pain

Joy always used to follow after pain

The hours chime as night follows day

Let the night come: strike the hour

Days go by while I stay

The days go past while I stand here

We’ll wait hands in hands face facing face

Hands holding hands let us stay face to face

As under the

While under this

Bridge of our arms the empty space lets pass

Bridge our arms make slow race

A wave weary of our eternal gaze

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

The hours chime as night follows day

Let the night come: strike the hour

Days go by while I stay

The days go past while I stand here

Love slips away like this water’s flow

Love runs away like running water flows

It must go

Love flows away

Because life is too slow

But oh how slow life goes

And hope is violence and vertigo

How violent hope is nobody knows

The hours chime as night follows day

Let the night come: strike the hour

Days go by while I stay

The days go past while I stand here

Days drag on and weeks drag on

The days pass and the weeks pass but in vain

Neither can

Neither time past

Time past return nor loves gone

Nor love comes back again

Under the Mirabeau Bridge flows the Seine

Under the Pont Mirabeau flows the Seine

Let the night come: strike the hour

The days go past but I stay here