Nhạc sĩ: Charles Aznavour
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Yesterday, when I was youngThe taste of life as sweet as rainUpon my tongue I teased at lifeAs if it were a foolish gameThe way the evening breezeMay tease a candle flameThe thousand dreams I dreamedThe splendid things I plannedI always built a lossOn weak and shifting sandI lived by night and shunnedThe naked light of dayAnd only now I seeHow the years ran awayYesterday, when I was youngSo many drinking songs were waitingTo be sungSo many wayward pleasures layIn store for meAnd so much pain my dazzled eyesRefused to seeI ran so fast that timeAnd knew that last ran outI never stopped thinking what lifeLife was all aboutAnd every conversationI can now recallConsent itselfIt made meAnd nothing else at allYesterdayThe moon was blueAnd every crazy dayBrought something new to doI used my magic ageAs if it were oneAnd never saw the wasteAnd emptiness beyondThe game of love I playedWith arrogance and prideAnd every flame I litToo quicklyQuickly diedThe friends I madeAll 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 tongueI feel the bitter taste of tears Upon my tongueThe time has come for me to payFor yesterdayWhen I was youngWhen I was youngWhen I was youngAnd ever sinceAnd ever since