, la bellissima canzone tra i più grandi successi di Frank Sinatra; il testo è di Paul Anka (la musica di Claude Francois).
And now, the end is here |
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 traveled each and every highway |
And more, much more than this, I did it my way |
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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 |
And more, much more than this, I did it my way |
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Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew |
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 |
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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, |
Oh, no, oh, no, not me, I did it my way |
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For what is a man, what has he got? |
If not himself, then he has naught |
To say the things he truly feels and not the words of one who kneels |
The record shows I took the blows and did it my way! |
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Yes, it was my way |