Que c'est triste Venise [English translation]

Venice is so gloomy

once love has passed away.

Venice is so gloomy

once we are past loving.

We still fumble for words,

boredom blows them away.

We would so gladly cry

but it's beyond us now.

    Venice is so gloomy

   as the gondoliers' songs

   are but a counterpoint

   to empty silences

   and our hearts are sinking

   as we see the gondoles

   sheltering happiness

   of some other lovers.

Venice is so gloomy

once love has passed away.

Venice is so gloomy

once we are past loving.

Museums and churches

do welcome us at last,

pointless beauty for our

disillusioned eyes.

    Venice is so gloomy

   at night on the lagoon

   as you feel for a hand

   that will never be joined

   and you laugh it away

   in front of the moonlight

   trying to put aside

   the words that are not said.

Farewell, all you doves

that flew alongside us.

Farewell, Bridge of Sighs,

farewell, all dreams lost

Venice is too gloomy

once love has passed away.

Venice is too gloomy

once we are past loving.