They both have—
the Seine and the Thames—
the same gray shores
where you go to dream,
where you go to kiss.
They both have—
the Seine and the Thames—
at the time of cherry blossoms
river boats
with onlookers on the decks.
The rivers are not in a big hurry
to die flowing into the sea.
They roam, enthralled,
France and England.
It is true that they have—
the Seine and the Thames—
the gracefulness of marquises
when the summer wind
invites them to dance.
~~~~~
And I merge in my heart
the courses of these rivers.
Whether here or there, it's happiness—
it's the same light.
Because they have, it is true—
the Seine and the Thames—
the same gray shores
that will be forever
my loves, my loves—
yes, my loves—
yes, my loves.