La época en que esta canción entró en mi vida
la tengo presente: nos la enseñó el Teacher en la clase
de inglés de tercer año de bachillerato...
Era un chileno flaco y aaalto, un poco estrávico...
con una voz que -lo juro- no tenía nada que
enviadiarle a la de Sinatra...
Ale: va por ti...
(o=
And now, the end is here
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I'll say it clear
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain
I've lived a life that's fullI traveled each and ev'ry highway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way...
Regrets, I've had a fewBut then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to doand saw it through without exemption,
I planned each charted course, each careful step along the byway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way...
Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew,
When I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all, when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out
I faced it all and I stood tall and did it my way...
I've loved, I've laughed and cried
I've had my fill, my share of losing
And now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing
To think I did all that
And may I say, not in a shy way,
"Oh, no, oh, no, not me, I did it my way".
For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels
and not the words of one who kneels,
The record shows I took the blows
and did it my way...
Yes, it was my way...
And now, the end is here
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I'll say it clear
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain
I've lived a life that's fullI traveled each and ev'ry highway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way...
Regrets, I've had a fewBut then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to doand saw it through without exemption,
I planned each charted course, each careful step along the byway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way...
Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew,
When I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all, when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out
I faced it all and I stood tall and did it my way...
I've loved, I've laughed and cried
I've had my fill, my share of losing
And now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing
To think I did all that
And may I say, not in a shy way,
"Oh, no, oh, no, not me, I did it my way".
For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels
and not the words of one who kneels,
The record shows I took the blows
and did it my way...
Yes, it was my way...
4 comentarios:
Este es uno de mis temas favoritos de Sinatra. Este y "It Was a Very Good Year". Ambos son temas que presentan dias y situaciones en mi vida. Aunque claro, todavia el "end" no está "near", ni tampoco "I face the final curtain".
Mr. Grau
Ta bíen, ta bíen,... no pondré tienditas en tu terrenito... pero sí abra chelas.... (o=
YTTQM!
Mr. Grau: a Ud y a mi nos queda mucho aún para seguir dando guerra!!!
Wey, tq1ch, me cae!
Es muy improbable que alguien que la escuche se quede vacío con esa letra y esa música
Salu2!
Monika
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