Description
There is a special art to leaving gracefully. Don't slam the door, don't tear up letters, don't make a scene. Just gather what dignity you have left, take a deep breath and move on, even if everything inside is creaking. Because how long can you play the endless game of ‘what if this time’? It's diabolical, isn't it, to step on the same pink rake decorated with a ribbon of hope over and over again.
It's all familiar: the fire, the heat, the deceptive spark, and then the ashes and the faint smell of ‘too late’. And here it is, that very ‘Madame sait dire bye bye’, not restrained, but conscious. Without pathos, without drama, with a slightly tired but confident look. Just a lesson from the series ‘love is not a loan, the interest rates are too high’.
Lyrics and translation
Original
J'ai aimé comme on aime quand on ne sait rien.
Quand les yeux se ferment pour ne surtout pas voir la fin.
J'suis tombée trop vite, j'ai rêvé trop grand.
Quand j'étais seule par moments, cette fois, je passe mon tour.
J'fais plus crédit sur l'amour. J'ai comme un déjà-vu, le diable est dans les détails.
Maintenant, j'attends plus de finir le cœur en bataille.
Combien de fois j'aurais dû partir avant que ça déraille? Oui, c'est déjà vu.
Madame sait dire bye bye.
Madame sait dire bye bye.
Madame sait dire bye bye.
J'veux plus être seule à croire qu'on sera encore là demain.
Peu importe l'histoire, si je connais déjà la fin.
À force de trop donner, on finit par s'oublier, s'abandonner.
Maintenant, plus de demi-tour, j'fais plus crédit sur l'amour.
J'ai comme un déjà-vu, le diable est dans les détails.
Maintenant, j'attends plus de finir le cœur en bataille.
Combien de fois j'aurais dû partir avant que ça déraille? Oui, c'est déjà vu.
Madame sait dire bye bye.
Madame sait dire bye bye.
Madame sait dire bye bye.
Claquer la porte, regarder devant sans se retourner, sans faux-semblants.
Laisser derrière moi ce qui me hante.
J'ai comme un déjà-vu, le diable est dans les détails.
Maintenant, j'attends plus de finir le cœur en bataille.
Combien de fois j'aurais dû partir avant que ça déraille? Oui, c'est déjà vu.
Madame sait dire bye bye.
Madame sait dire bye bye.
Madame sait dire bye bye.
English translation
I loved as one loves when one knows nothing.
When your eyes close so as not to see the end.
I fell too quickly, I dreamed too big.
When I was alone at times, this time, I pass my turn.
I give more credit to love. It's like déjà vu, the devil is in the details.
Now I don't wait to finish with a broken heart.
How many times should I have left before it got out of hand? Yes, it's already seen.
Madame knows how to say bye bye.
Madame knows how to say bye bye.
Madame knows how to say bye bye.
I don't want to be alone anymore, believing that we'll still be here tomorrow.
It doesn't matter what the story is, if I already know the ending.
By giving too much, we end up forgetting ourselves, abandoning ourselves.
Now, no more turning around, I give more credit to love.
It's like déjà vu, the devil is in the details.
Now I don't wait to finish with a broken heart.
How many times should I have left before it got out of hand? Yes, it's already seen.
Madame knows how to say bye bye.
Madame knows how to say bye bye.
Madame knows how to say bye bye.
Slam the door, look ahead without turning around, without pretense.
Leave behind what haunts me.
It's like déjà vu, the devil is in the details.
Now I don't wait to finish with a broken heart.
How many times should I have left before it got out of hand? Yes, it's already seen.
Madame knows how to say bye bye.
Madame knows how to say bye bye.
Madame knows how to say bye bye.