Yesterday When I Was Young (Hier Encore)

(Charles Aznavour) adaptation anglaise Herbert Kretzmer



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 splending things I planned

I always built alas, on, weak and shifting sand.

I lived by night and shunned the naked light of day

And only now I see how the tears 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 awand

And never saw the waste and emtyness beyond.

The game of love I played with arrogance and pride

And every flame I lit too quickly, quickly died.

The friends I met all seemed somehow to drift away

And only I am left on stage to end the play.



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.