![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM1pwWgkO3MvbDUWaR6Hv1QN8or2jrYrJbI7CMQMBLJcdEcvwo-n_vDWJKJh_1inLRLCPJNO1iW2zmxAUqasojDWE7IegfkMWhEgsE-S6iFKtr26CEY9U-4NZw4Ji6GyIgXDCOZU6Yvno8/s400/pavarotti.jpg)
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdpL43vLuuz3C0QGGfxfdWC_SAx_6ESmK0hb4cZPz_bOVmEq-RqNvySxsJTJYTQ6Hk6aXZpc_z88p_1TPl0qYpNMZKCug2DQ4ahx66L4AJrC__UB47BQVC23_XYGbEGKvFeejxPT78Qoew/s400/Sinatra.jpg)
My Way
Frank Sinatra
Writer(s): Revaux/Francois/Anka
Notes : First performing by Claude Francois ("Comme d'habitude").
Translated and arranged by Paul Anka for Frank Sinatra.
And now, the end is near;
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, I'll make it clear,
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.
I've lived a life that's full.
I've traveled each and every highway;
But more, much more than this,
I did it my way.
Regrets, I've had a few;
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.
I planned each charted course;
Each careful step along the byway,
But 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!
Nenhum comentário:
Postar um comentário