Chanson de L'adieu
Mireille Mathieu
Song of Farewell
Leaving is dying a little
It's dying to what we love
We leave a piece of ourselves
At every moment and in every place
It's always the mourning of a wish
The last line of a poem
Leaving is dying a little
It's dying to what we love
And we leave, and it's a game
And until the final goodbye
It's our soul that we scatter
That we scatter with every farewell
Leaving is dying a little
Leaving is dying a little
