Le pont Mirabeau

Under the Mirabeau bridge flows the Seine

           And our love

     Comes back to memory again

Where always joy came after pain

Comes night, the hours sound

Days go round in which to drown

Hand in hand, face to face

          While underneath

     The bridge of our embrace

Eternal gazes, weary waves

Comes night, the hours sound

Days go round in which to drown

Love goes away like the water flows

          Love goes away

     Like life is slow

And like Hopefulness is violent

Comes night, the hours sound

Days go round in which to drown

Pass the days, pass the nights

          Neither time past

     Nor love comes back

Under the Mirabeau bridge flows the Seine

Comes night, the hours sound

Days go round in which to drown