Under the Mirabeau bridge flows the Seine

Under the Pont Mirabeau the Seine

           And our love

Flows with our loves

     Comes back to memory again

Must I recall again?

Where always joy came after pain

Joy always used to follow after pain

Comes night, the hours sound

Let the night come: strike the hour

Days go round in which to drown

The days go past while I stand here

Hand in hand, face to face

Hands holding hands let us stay face to face

          While underneath

While under this

     The bridge of our embrace

Bridge our arms make slow race

Eternal gazes, weary waves

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

Comes night, the hours sound

Let the night come: strike the hour

Days go round in which to drown

The days go past while I stand here

Love goes away like the water flows

Love runs away like running water flows

          Love goes away

Love flows away

     Like life is slow

But oh how slow life goes

And like Hopefulness is violent

How violent hope is nobody knows

Comes night, the hours sound

Let the night come: strike the hour

Days go round in which to drown

The days go past while I stand here

Pass the days, pass the nights

The days pass and the weeks pass but in vain

          Neither time past

Neither time past

     Nor love comes back

Nor love comes back again

Under the Mirabeau bridge flows the Seine

Under the Pont Mirabeau flows the Seine

Comes night, the hours sound

Let the night come: strike the hour

Days go round in which to drown

The days go past but I stay here