(Herbert Kretzmer - Charles Aznavour)



Seems the love I've known has always been

The most destructive kind

Yes, that's why now I feel so old

Before my time.



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 splendid things I planned

I'd always built to last on weak and shifting sand.

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 wild 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.



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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.

The time has come for me to pay for

Yesterday when I was young...