Under the Mirabeau bridge flows the Seine
And our love
Must I remember them
How joy always came after the pain

The night comes, the hours chime
The days pass but I remain through time

Hand in hand, face to face, let us not change
While underneath
The bridge of our arms gives way
The waters’ endless look is grey

The night comes, the hours chime
The days pass but I remain through time

Love slips away like this running water
Love slips away
Just as life is so slow
And as hope is so violent

The night comes, the hours chime
The days pass but I remain through time

The days and the weeks pass by
Neither past time
Nor past loves will return
Under the Mirabeau bridge flows the Seine

The night comes, the hours chime
The days pass but I remain through time