Текст песни Guillaume Apollinaire - Le Pont Mirabeau

Le pont Mirabeau

Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine
Et nos amours
Faut-il qu'il m'en souvienne
La joie venait toujours après la peine.

Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure
Les jours s'en vont je demeure

Les mains dans les mains restons face à face
Tandis que sous
Le pont de nos bras passe
Des éternels regards l'onde si lasse

Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure
Les jours s'en vont je demeure

L'amour s'en va comme cette eau courante
L'amour s'en va
Comme la vie est lente
Et comme l'Espérance est violente

Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure
Les jours s'en vont je demeure

Passent les jours et passent les semaines
Ni temps passé
Ni les amours reviennent
Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine

Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure
Les jours s'en vont je demeure

Mirabeau Bridge Moor

Under the bridge Mirabeau always new Sena.
It is our love
For me, forever unchanging,
This gives way to grief happiness instantly.

Again it struck during the night.
My past with me again.

And in the eye, and hand woven.
And at the bottom under the bridge -
Wave hands, doomed flour
And his eyes, doomed to a long separation.

Again it struck during the night.
My past with me again.

And love - a wave, running past.
So it goes.
Like life, stored securely,
Or Hope moving neobgonimo.

Again it struck during the night.
My past with me again.

Days insanely instantaneous, momentary week.
Yes and no past.
All love irrevocably oblivious ...
Under the bridge whirlwind fleeing the Seine.

Again it struck during the night.
My past with me again.

Translated by P. Antokolsky

Pont Mirabeau

Under the bridge Mirabeau softly rolling Sen
And kills the love
Only one thing consistently
After the grief is certainly fun

The hour of the night
I'm walking away days

And in the palm of a hand, we stand still above the waves
And under the bridge of our hands
Will go before us
Apathetic waves shimmering lights

The hour of the night
I'm walking away days

Love floats away like flowing water
Love floats away
How slow years
As the burning hope in a moment of adversity

The hour of the night
I'm walking away days

Again, hours and weeks of repeated change
Do not return the love
Only one thing consistently
Under the bridge Mirabeau softly rolling Sen

The hour of the night
I'm walking away days

Translation N. Strizhevskaya

Mirabeau Bridge Moor

Under the bridge Mirabeau the Seine disappears
And with her love
What is sad is unchanged
Inferior pleasures so humbly

Darkness descends at midnight beats
Days of leave and life goes on

Like a bridge, we have closed hands with you
As long wave
For a succession of wave
Looking for a look under it entails with anguish

Darkness descends at midnight beats
Days of leave and life goes on

That our love is like the rapids
And tarry year
As the river on the plain
But hope and outrageous today

Darkness descends at midnight beats
Days of leave and life goes on

Days takes weeks melt the foam
And if the love
And as life gradually
Under the bridge Mirabeau the Seine disappears

Darkness descends at midnight beats
Days of leave and life goes on

Translation M. Yasnova