Au pied des tours de Notre-Dame

At the foot of the towers of Notre-Dame
The Seine flows between the quays
Ah! the cheerful, the dainty lily of the valley!
Who doesn't have their little bouquet?

Come on, bloom, ladies,
But it was you I was evoking
On the square of Notre-Dame
Will you never return there?
Here is the lovely month of May

I remember the beautiful summer
The tour boats on the river
And our nights in the City
Alas! whether it's windy, hailing, or raining
My Seine is always brand new
It flows by my side

In the Luxembourg garden
Leaves fall by the hundreds
And I hear the drum beating
While running the pretentious dance
Among the uncertain shadows
That remind me of our loves

From my room, Quai aux Fleurs,
I see the barges with their bright colors
Sailing away under their tarps
While a small tugboat
Puffs, pulls, struggles, and spits
As it reluctantly goes back up
The brackish water of my sorrow