Partir, c’est mourir un peu
Partir, c’est mourir un peu,
C’est mourir à ce qu’on aime:
On laisse un peu de soi-même
En toute heure et dans tout lieu.
C’est toujours le deuil d’un vœu,
Le dernier vers d’un poème;
Partir, c’est mourir un peu.
Et l’on part, et c’est un jeu,
Et jusqu’à l’adieu suprême
C’est son âme que l’on sème,
Que l’on sème à chaque adieu…
Partir, c’est mourir un peu.
Song of Farewell
To part means to die a little,
To die for what you love.
It is to leave a piece of your heart,
Any time, any place, any part..
It’s always the lament of one’s desire,
The final verse in a string of verses.
To part means to die a little,
And when one parts, it seems at the beginning easy,
Just like a game, right up to that final goodbye,
It’s the soul that will remain behind,
That behind us remains in every goodbye…
To part means to die a little.
– Dedicated to those who lost their precious lives during the brutal attack on flight number MH17 as well as the victims of missing flight MH370. My sympathy goes out to their families, friends, co-workers and others who knew them.
