Текст песни Franck Sinatra - My Way
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And now, the end is near, And so I face the final curtain. My friends, I'll say it clear I'll state my case of which I'm certain. I've lived a life that's full - I've 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 charted course - Each careful step along the byway, And more, much more than this, I did it my way. Yes, 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 fill - my share of losing. But 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 naught. 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. Теперь конец близок, И я стою на последнем рубеже. Друзья, я обо всём расскажу вам, Расскажу о том, в чём абсолютно уверен. Я прожил полную жизнь, Я исколесил полмира. И, что гораздо важнее, Я сделал это по-своему. Сожалею ли я о чём? Да, Но не о многом. Я делал то, что должен был делать, И, честно, выполнил всё. Я тщательно планировал каждое движение, Каждый шаг на своём пути. И, что гораздо важнее, Я делал это по-своему. Конечно, были времена, как и у любого из вас, Когда я переоценивал свои силы. Но всегда, когда меня одолевали сомнения, Я либо справлялся с трудностями, либо отступал. Я пережил всякое, и сейчас мне не стыдно перед самим собой, Потому что я всё делал по-своему. Я любил, я смеялся и плакал, И на мою долю выпали потери. Теперь, когда слёзы высохли, Всё кажется таким забавным. Подумать только! Я сделал всё это! Можно я скажу без излишней скромности? – Нет. Нет, это не я. Я сделал это по-своему. Что есть человек? Что ещё у него есть, Если не он сам? Иначе – он нищий. Человек должен говорить то, что он чувствует и во что верит, А не повторять слова тех, кто пресмыкается перед другими. Моя жизнь – доказательство тому, что я достойно принимал удары судьбы, И делал это по-своему. Да, я всё делал по-своему. Смотрите также:
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And now, the end is near,
And so I face the final curtain.
My friends, I'll say it clear
I'll state my case of which I'm certain.
I've lived a life that's full -
I've 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 charted course -
Each careful step along the byway,
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.
Yes, 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 fill - my share of losing.
But 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 naught.
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.
Now the end is near,
And I'm standing on the last turn.
Friends, I'll tell you everything,
I tell us what is absolutely certain.
I have lived a full life,
I traveled halfway around the world.
And, more importantly,
I did it my way.
I'm sorry about what? Yes,
But not a lot.
I did what I had to do,
And, honestly, I fulfilled everything.
I carefully planned every move,
Every step on the way.
And, more importantly,
I did it my way.
Of course, there were times, as any of you,
When I could chew.
But always, when I was assailed by doubts,
I either coping or retreated.
I have experienced all, and now I'm not ashamed to himself,
Because I did everything on his own.
I loved, I've laughed and cried,
And my share fell losses.
Now, as tears subside,
Everything seems so funny.
Just think! I did it all!
Can I say without undue modesty? -
No. No, it's not me.
I did it my way.
What is man? What else he has,
If you do not he? Otherwise - he is a beggar.
To say what he feels and what he believes,
And not the words of one who kneels.
My life - proof that I took the blows,
And he did it on his own.
Yes, I did everything on his own.
