作词 : Herbert Kretzmer
作曲 : 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 game,
the way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame.
The thousand dreams I dreamed,
the splendid things I planned
I always built to last 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 happy 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 it were a wand,
And never saw the waste, and the 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.
Yesterday when I was young
so many happy 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.
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.00] 作词 : Herbert Kretzmer
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Charles Aznavour
[00:17.10]Yesterday when I was young
[00:22.54]the taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue.
[00:29.14]I teased at life as if it were a foolish game,
[00:35.99]the way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame.
[00:43.19]The thousand dreams I dreamed,
[00:46.19]the splendid things I planned
[00:49.49]I always built to last on weak and shifting sand.
[00:55.50]I lived by night and shunned the naked light of the day
[00:59.59]and only now I see how the years ran away.
[01:05.00]
[01:06.20]Yesterday when I was young
[01:10.51]so many happy songs were waiting to be sung,
[01:16.12]so many wayward pleasures lay in store for me
[01:21.80]and so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see.
[01:26.21]I ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out,
[01:31.70]I never stopped to think what life was all about
[01:37.37]and every conversation I can now recall
[01:42.28]concerned itself with me and nothing else at all.
[01:47.00]
[02:09.28]Yesterday, the moon was blue,
[02:15.40]And every crazy day, brought something new to do,
[02:20.00]I used my magic age, as if it were a wand,
[02:25.28]And never saw the waste, and the emptiness beyond
[02:30.28]The game of love I played, with arrogance and pride,
[02:35.28]And every flame I lit, too quickly, quickly died,
[02:41.28]The friends I made, all seemed somehow to drift away,
[02:46.58]And only I am left, on stage to end the play
[02:51.78]There are so many songs in me that won't be sung,
[02:57.45]I feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue.
[03:02.48]The time has come for me to pay for yesterday
[03:08.48]when I was young.
[03:16.50]
[03:20.00]Yesterday when I was young
[03:25.51]so many happy songs were waiting to be sung,
[03:30.12]so many wayward pleasures lay in store for me
[03:35.00]and so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see.
作词 : Herbert Kretzmer
作曲 : 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 game,
the way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame.
The thousand dreams I dreamed,
the splendid things I planned
I always built to last 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 happy 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 it were a wand,
And never saw the waste, and the 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.
Yesterday when I was young
so many happy 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.
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.00] 作词 : Herbert Kretzmer
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Charles Aznavour
[00:17.10]Yesterday when I was young
[00:22.54]the taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue.
[00:29.14]I teased at life as if it were a foolish game,
[00:35.99]the way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame.
[00:43.19]The thousand dreams I dreamed,
[00:46.19]the splendid things I planned
[00:49.49]I always built to last on weak and shifting sand.
[00:55.50]I lived by night and shunned the naked light of the day
[00:59.59]and only now I see how the years ran away.
[01:05.00]
[01:06.20]Yesterday when I was young
[01:10.51]so many happy songs were waiting to be sung,
[01:16.12]so many wayward pleasures lay in store for me
[01:21.80]and so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see.
[01:26.21]I ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out,
[01:31.70]I never stopped to think what life was all about
[01:37.37]and every conversation I can now recall
[01:42.28]concerned itself with me and nothing else at all.
[01:47.00]
[02:09.28]Yesterday, the moon was blue,
[02:15.40]And every crazy day, brought something new to do,
[02:20.00]I used my magic age, as if it were a wand,
[02:25.28]And never saw the waste, and the emptiness beyond
[02:30.28]The game of love I played, with arrogance and pride,
[02:35.28]And every flame I lit, too quickly, quickly died,
[02:41.28]The friends I made, all seemed somehow to drift away,
[02:46.58]And only I am left, on stage to end the play
[02:51.78]There are so many songs in me that won't be sung,
[02:57.45]I feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue.
[03:02.48]The time has come for me to pay for yesterday
[03:08.48]when I was young.
[03:16.50]
[03:20.00]Yesterday when I was young
[03:25.51]so many happy songs were waiting to be sung,
[03:30.12]so many wayward pleasures lay in store for me
[03:35.00]and so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see.