domingo, 26 de junho de 2011

My way

And now the end is near,
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 travelled each and every highway.
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

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 chartered course,
Each careful step along the by way.
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

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.

I've loved, I've laughed, and cried,
I've had my fail, 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.

For what is a man, what has he got,
If not himself, then he has not
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.

Yes, it was my way.
Frank Sinatra

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Anônimo disse...

Oi Yolanda, obrigada pelos elogios lá no blog! Fiquei super feliz!

Beijo e volte sempre, viu?
Camila Faria