Charles Aznavour - Yesterday When I Was Young

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 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 years ran away.

Yesterday when I was young

So many drinking songs were waiting to be sung,

So many wayward pleasures that 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

The time has come for me to pay for yesterday.

When I was young,