Суббота, 03.12.2016, 05:24

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My way, by Frank Sinatra

 

And now, the end is near,

And so I face the final curtain.

My friends, I'll say it clear;

I'll state my case of which I'm certain.

 

I've lived a life that's full -

I've travelled each and every highway.

And 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,

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.

But 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.