The Mirabeau Bridge

Below Mirabeau Bridge flows River Seine
Just like our loves.
Must one recall it to my mind that when
Pain went away then joy would always come.
And when the night arrives and sounds its bell,
The days are gone, but here I surely dwell.

Let us hold hands and keep us face to face
While that moment
Below the bridge of our clasped arms there race
Eternal eyes in flows that are so tired.
And when the night arrives and sounds its bell,
The days are gone, but here I surely dwell.

Love passes on just like this water flow
Love passes on.
How slowly life does travel, how so slow
And how is hope so full of violence.
And when the night arrives and sounds its bell,
The days are gone, but here I surely dwell.

The days and weeks also keep moving on.
Neither times past
Nor our past loves return from the beyon.
Below Mirabeau Bridge flows River Seine.
And when the night arrives and sounds its bell,
The days are gone, but here I surely dwell.

Translated by Thomas D. Le
(Contributed by Rozita on Wednesday, February 2nd, 2011)
 
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