Charles Aznavour - Yesterday when I was young
Tekst: Herbert Kretzmer / Muziek: Charles Aznavour
(1970)






Yesterday, when I was young
The taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue
I teased at life, as if it were a foolish game
The way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame



The thousand dreams I dreamed, the splendid things I planned
I always built, alas, on weak and shifting sand
I lived by night and shunned the naked light of day
And only now I see, how the years have ran away



Yesterday, when I was young
So many drinking songs were waiting to be sung
So many wayward pleasures lay in store for me
And so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see



I ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out
I never stopped to think what life was all about
And every conversation, I can now recall
Concerned itself with me, me and nothing else at all



Yesterday, the moon was blue
And every crazy day brought something new to do
I used my magic age, as if it were a wand
And never saw the waste and emptiness beyond



The game of love I played with arrogance and pride
And every flame I lit, too quickly, quickly died
The friends I made, all seemed somehow to drift away
And only I am left on stage to end the play



There are so many songs in me, that won’t be sung
I feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue
The time has come for me to pay
For yesterday, when I was young



Young
Young









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