Yesterday When I Was Young Piano Sheet Music
Yesterday When I Was Young
Kompozytor muzyki: Charles Aznavour
Muzyki instrumentalnej
Gatunek muzyczny:
Pośrednie
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Z albumu Music: Piano Sheet Music
Utwór: 144
Długość Song: 1:28
Papier nutowy: 2 Strony
Yesterday When I Was Young / Inne strony
Yesterday When I Was Young / Inne wykonania
Yesterday When I Was Young Golden Memories 1
Yesterday When I Was Young
Kompozytor muzyki: Charles Aznavour
Piano: Fariborz Lachini
Muzyki instrumentalnej
Gatunek muzyczny:
-Solo Piano ,
Easy Listening
Zaawansowane
2008
ISRC: USTC70848089
Z albumu Music: Golden Memories 1
Utwór: 13
Długość Song: 5:25
Papier nutowy: 4 Strony
Yesterday When I Was Young / Inne strony
Yesterday When I Was Young / Inne wykonania
Yesterday When I Was Young Sheet Music
Yesterday When I Was Young
Kompozytor muzyki: Charles Aznavour
Muzyki instrumentalnej
Gatunek muzyczny:
Łatwe
Z albumu Music: Sheet Music
Utwór: 145
Długość Song: 1:28
Papier nutowy: 2 Strony
Yesterday When I Was Young / Inne strony
Yesterday When I Was Young / Inne wykonania
Yesterday When I Was Young Chords
Yesterday When I Was Young
Kompozytor muzyki: Charles Aznavour
Gatunek muzyczny:
Z albumu Music: Chords
Utwór: 71
Długość Song: 1
Yesterday When I Was Young / Inne strony
Yesterday When I Was Young / Inne wykonania
Yesterday When I Was Young - Heir Encore - Ayer Aúneri Si - Ayer A
Teksty autorstwa: Herbert Kretzmer
Charles Aznavour
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 g ame,
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 the 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 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 itwere 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.