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作词 : Herbert Kretzmer/Charles Aznaourian
作曲 : Herbert Kretzmer/Charles Aznaourian
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 splendid things I planned
I lived by night and shunned the naked light of the day
and only now I see how the years ran away.
Yesterday when I was young
so many happy songs were waiting to be sung,
so many happy 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 a wand
and never saw the waste and emptiness beyond.
The game of love I played with arrogance and pride
and every flame I lit too quickly quickly died.
The friends I made 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.
作曲 : Herbert Kretzmer/Charles Aznaourian
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 splendid things I planned
I lived by night and shunned the naked light of the day
and only now I see how the years ran away.
Yesterday when I was young
so many happy songs were waiting to be sung,
so many happy 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 a wand
and never saw the waste and emptiness beyond.
The game of love I played with arrogance and pride
and every flame I lit too quickly quickly died.
The friends I made 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.
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[00:00.00] 作词 : Herbert Kretzmer/Charles Aznaourian [00:01.00] 作曲 : Herbert Kretzmer/Charles Aznaourian [00:8.30]Yesterday when I was young [00:13.40]the taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue. [00:18.30]I teased at life as if it were a foolish game, [00:24.00]the way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame. [00:29.50]The thousand dreams I dreamed, the splendid things I planned [00:40.20]I lived by night and shunned the naked light of the day [00:45.30]and only now I see how the years ran away. [00:51.40]Yesterday when I was young [00:56.30]so many happy songs were waiting to be sung, [01:02.10]so many happy pleasures lay in store for me [01:07.00]and so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see. [01:12.40]I ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out, [01:18.30]I never stopped to think what life was all about [01:23.15]and every conversation I can now recall [01:28.40]concerned itself with me and nothing else at all. [01:55.30]Yesterday the moon was blue [02:00.00]and every crazy day brought something new to do. [02:06.10]I used my magic age as if it were a wand [02:11.10]and never saw the waste and emptiness beyond. [02:17.00]The game of love I played with arrogance and pride [02:22.30]and every flame I lit too quickly quickly died. [02:27.30]The friends I made all seemed somehow to drift away [02:32.30]and only I am left on stage to end the play. [02:38.30]There are so many songs in me that won't be sung, [02:43.20]I feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue. [03:48:20]The time has come for me to pay for yesterday when I was young.
