Текст (слова) песни: Eddy Arnold - Yesterday When I Was Young

(Herbert Kretzmer - Charles Aznavour)

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 a las on weak and shifting sand
I lived by night and shunned the naked light of day
And only now I see how the years 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 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 day.

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...

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Eddy Arnold - Yesterday When I Was Young (Herbert Kretzmer - Charles Aznavour) 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 a las on weak and shifting sand I lived by night and shunned the naked light of day And only now I see how the years 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 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 day. 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... Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Yesterday When I Was Young: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/104/1/12200.html Все тексты песен: Eddy Arnold » Eddy Arnold - Band of Gold » Eddy Arnold - Angel Sleeps Beside Me Every Night » Eddy Arnold - My Way of Life » Eddy Arnold - Seven Bridges Road » Eddy Arnold - Yesterday When I Was Young » Eddy Arnold - I Started a Joke » Eddy Arnold - San Francisco Is a Lonely Town » Eddy Arnold - Day You Left Me » Eddy Arnold - Then I`ll Be Over You » Eddy Arnold - Song Sung Blue » Eddy Arnold - You Fool » Eddy Arnold - New World in the Morning » Eddy Arnold - You Don`t Need Me Anymore » Eddy Arnold - Jesse James » Eddy Arnold - All That Keeps Ya Goin` » Eddy Arnold - My Way » Eddy Arnold - For My Woman`s Love » Eddy Arnold - When You Say Love » Eddy Arnold - Daddy Don`t You Walk So Fast » Eddy Arnold - Carolyn Рекомендуем скачать: » Владимир Пресняков-младший - Вниз по течению » Вера Вотинцева - Песня паяца » Валентин Вихорев - Снова в Питере пахнет корюшкой... » Вероника Долина - К Аксенову » Владимир Береснев - Котята » Виктор Баранов - Поезд трясется, гремит и грохочет... » Владимир Бобриков - Я все чаще от слов устаю... » Всеслав Дьяконов - Право на полет, или Молитва гимнаста » Владимир Береснев - Песни к спектаклю Ну, Гулливер! (творческий плагиат) » Вадим Казаченко - Чужая » Владимир Высоцкий - Когда я спотыкаюсь на стихах » Владимир Высоцкий - Тюменская нефть » Владимир Высоцкий - Стою я раз на стреме... » Всеслав Дьяконов - Что ни год да по России, что ни год... » Виктор Харлов - До свиданья, до свиданья, Серьга... » Владимир Высоцкий - В царстве троллей » Валентин Вихорев - Ночь над рекой Капша... » Валерий Меладзе - Самба белого мотылька » Вадим Егоров - Детский городок » Владимир Борзов - Отчаянный мужик
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