Le pont Mirabeau

(a) For comparison: a very literal translation or crib

(b) As sung by The Pogues on their album Pogue Mahone

The Mirabeau Bridge Under the Mirabeau bridge flows the Seine And our loves Must I remember them Joy always followed after pain   Let the night fall and the hours ring The days go away, I remain   Hand in hand let us stay face to face while underneath the bridge of our arms passes the so-slow wave of eternal looks Let the night fall and the hours ring The days go away, I remain   Love goes away like this flowing water Love goes away How slow life is How violent hope is   Let the night fall and the hours ring The days go away, I remain   The days pass and the weeks pass Neither past time Nor past loves return Under the Mirabeau bridge flows the Seine

Pont Mirabeau Below the Pont Mirabeau Slow flows the Seine And all our loves together Must I recall again Joy would always follow After pain Let night fall, let the hours go by The days pass on and here stand I Hands holding hands Let us stand face to face While underneath the bridge Of our arms entwined slow race Eternal gazes flowing At wave's pace Let night fall, let the hours go by The days pass on and here stand I Love runs away Like running water flows Love flows away But oh how slow life goes How violent is hope Love only knows Let night fall, let the hours go by The days pass on and here stand I The days flow ever on The weeks pass by in vain Time never will return Nor our loves burn again Below the Pont Mirabeau Slow flows the Seine Let night fall, let the hours go by The days pass on and here stand I