Under the Mirabeau bridge flows the Seine 
And all our loves 
Why does it make so plain 
That any joy must always follow pain 

Let the night come the hour sound clear 
The days all pass I’m still here 

Our hands intertwined let’s stay face to face 
While far below 
The bridge of our arms strays 
The languid wave of each endless gaze 

Let the night come the hour sound clear 
The days all pass I’m still here 

Our love drifts away like these waters flow 
Love drifts away 
And our lives are so slow 
With Hope more violent than we could know 

Let the night come the hour sound clear 
The days all pass I’m still here. 

The days and weeks pass in a ceaseless train 
But no past time 
Or past love comes again 
Under the Mirabeau bridge flows the Seine 

Let the night come the hour sound clear 
The days all pass I’m still here. 

The Mirabeau bridge by Guillaume Apollinaire (Translation by John Irons)