Yesterday When I Was Young Lyrics
| Song | Yesterday When I Was Young |
| Artist | Dusty Springfield |
| Album | Oldies 101 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Charles Aznavour |
| [00:01.00] | 作词 : Herbert Kretzmer |
| [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. |
| [00:00.00] | zuo qu : Charles Aznavour |
| [00:01.00] | zuo ci : Herbert Kretzmer |
| [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. |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Charles Aznavour |
| [00:01.00] | zuò cí : Herbert Kretzmer |
| [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. |
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