La Seine

The Seine is adventurous
From Châtillon to Méry
And its wandering mood
Strolls through the country
It becomes languid
From Juvisy to Choisy
To approach, the happy soul
The lover it has chosen!

It coos, flows, flows
As soon as it enters Paris!
It wraps, rolls, rolls
Around its flowery quays!
It sings, sings, sings, sings
Sings day and night
Because the Seine is a lover
And its lover is Paris!

It drags from island to island
Caressing old Paris
It opens its docile arms
To the smile of King Henri
Indifferent to the dignitaries
Of the Paris City Hall
It runs towards the idylls
Of the lovers of the Tuileries!

It coos, flows, flows
From the Pont-Neuf to Passy!
It is drunk, drunk, drunk
With the memory of Bercy!
It sings, sings, sings, sings
Sings day and night
If its walk is zigzagging
It's because it's tipsy in Paris!

But the Seine is lazy
Passing near Neuilly
Ah, how unhappy it is
To leave its beautiful friend!
In a loving embrace
It still embraces Paris
To leave it, generous
A loop... in Saint-Denis!

It coos, flows, flows
Its lament in the night
It rolls, rolls, rolls
Towards the sea where everything ends
It sings, sings, sings, sings
Sings the love of Paris!
Because the Seine is a lover
And Paris sleeps in its bed!