Chanson de L'adieu

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