And now, the end is near; And so I face the final curtain. My friend, 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 traveled 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, But more, much more than this, I did it my way.
Yes, there were times, I’m sure you knew (not "know") 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. And 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, 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.(not "NOT") To say the words he truly feels; And not the words of one who kneels. The record shows I took the blows - And did it my way!
Кстати, Фрэнк Синатра тоже пел эту песню, но Элвис все-равно лучше...
Комментарии 13
never let me go...
ну ты ваще молодчик!!!
без песен Elvis`а ваще жить нельзя!! кто их не слушает тот труп......
+1
кинг...
точно!
And now, the end is near;
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, 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 traveled 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,
But more, much more than this,
I did it my way.
Yes, there were times, I’m sure you knew (not "know")
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.
And 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,
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.(not "NOT")
To say the words he truly feels;
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows -
And did it my way!
Кстати, Фрэнк Синатра тоже пел эту песню,
но Элвис все-равно лучше...
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