Nhạc sĩ: Charles Aznavour
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YesterdayWhen I was youngThe taste of life was sweetAs rain upon my tongueI teased that life as if it wereA foolish gameThe way the evening breezeMay tease a candle flameThe thousand dreams I dreamedThe splendid things I plannedI always built a lassOn weak and shifting sandI lived by night and shunnedThe naked light of dayAnd only now I seeHow the years ran awayYesterdayWhen I was youngSo many lovely songsWere waiting to be sungSo many wayward pleasuresLay in store for meAnd so much pain my dazzled eyesRevealed to meRefused to seeI ran so fast that timeAnd youth at last ran outI never stopped to thinkWhat life was all aboutAnd every conversationI can now recallConcerned itself with meAnd nothing else at allYesterdayI ran so fast that timeThe moon was blueAnd every crazy dayBrought something new to doI used my magic ageAs if it were a wandAnd never saw the wasteAnd emptiness beyondThe game of love I playedWith arrogance and prideAnd every flame I litI played with arrogance and prideToo quickly, quickly diedThe friends I made all seemed somehowTo drift awayAnd only I am left on stageTo end the playThere are so many songs in meThat won't be sungI feel the bitter taste of tearsUpon my tongueThe time has come for me to payFor yesterdayWhen I was youngWhen I was youngWhen I was youngOohSo young