With missteps, with wrinkles
Each of us carries their life
Their way
When one is beautiful deep within
One day or another someone sees us
Their way
Even in the rain of bad days
I followed the line of love
My way
For all the grief that I drag
I put my heart in quarantine
My way
My life, my life, I have only one
But I want it free and lawless,
I am entitled to it; it is mine
My life, my life
It tells me stories
But it is worth more than a song
More than the glory
My life is not really my life
It is to those who have chosen me
Their way
Leaving my name in the streets
I put my happiness on top
My way
And the evening when I go,
I will do it finally
My way
I would at the very last call
Bid farewell to the sun
My way
My life, my life, I have only one
But I want it free and lawless,
I am entitled to it; it is mine
My life, my life
It tells me stories
But I do not care, even on my knees
I want to believe
My way.