Французская классика - Шарль Азнавур
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Лишь вчера, росою пьян,
Судьбы мячом играл, беспечен, молод, рьян.
Ловил повсюду риск, распахнутой душой,
Легко, как может бриз играться со свечой.
В каких мечтах витал, а планов громадьё!
Но ветер рассыпал творение моё.
Ночной идеи шторм не терпит яркий свет.
И лишь теперь укор потери лучших лет.
Но вчера был молод я,
И пьяных песен соль я сыпал не стыдясь,
За сладкие грехи прощенья не моля.
И всю чужую боль, слепой, не видел я.
Бегом, всегда бегом, ломал о юность хлыст,
И жизнь была кругом, и был у жизни смысл.
Но сколько бы бесед теперь ни помнил я,
Беседы были все со мною про себя.
Лишь вчера дружил с луной,
И каждый новый день был полон новизной,
Эпохой управлял я палочкой мечты,
Не видя за собой потерь и пустоты.
Отчаян и хитёр, в любви не уставал,
Но мой любой костёр так быстро угасал.
И рядом никого, друзей бежала рать,
Оставив одного все роли доиграть.
Сегодня песен боль не делится ни с кем.
Горчит порою соль слезы на языке.
За то платить пора, что молод был вчера,
Был жизнью пьян... пьян... пьян.
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, alas, on weak and shifting sand;
I lived by night and shunned the naked light of 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 m any 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, 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 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... young... young.
Судьбы мячом играл, беспечен, молод, рьян.
Ловил повсюду риск, распахнутой душой,
Легко, как может бриз играться со свечой.
В каких мечтах витал, а планов громадьё!
Но ветер рассыпал творение моё.
Ночной идеи шторм не терпит яркий свет.
И лишь теперь укор потери лучших лет.
Но вчера был молод я,
И пьяных песен соль я сыпал не стыдясь,
За сладкие грехи прощенья не моля.
И всю чужую боль, слепой, не видел я.
Бегом, всегда бегом, ломал о юность хлыст,
И жизнь была кругом, и был у жизни смысл.
Но сколько бы бесед теперь ни помнил я,
Беседы были все со мною про себя.
Лишь вчера дружил с луной,
И каждый новый день был полон новизной,
Эпохой управлял я палочкой мечты,
Не видя за собой потерь и пустоты.
Отчаян и хитёр, в любви не уставал,
Но мой любой костёр так быстро угасал.
И рядом никого, друзей бежала рать,
Оставив одного все роли доиграть.
Сегодня песен боль не делится ни с кем.
Горчит порою соль слезы на языке.
За то платить пора, что молод был вчера,
Был жизнью пьян... пьян... пьян.
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, alas, on weak and shifting sand;
I lived by night and shunned the naked light of 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 m any 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, 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 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... young... young.
Only yesterday, Rosom is drunk
Fate played with the ball, careless, young, zeal.
I caught everywhere a risk opened by my soul,
Easy how a breeze can play with a candle.
What dreams hung in, and the plans are huge!
But the wind scattered my creation.
The night idea of the storm does not tolerate bright light.
And only now the reproach of the loss of the best years.
But yesterday I was young,
And drunken songs of salt, I poured not ashamed,
For sweet sins, forgiveness is not praying.
And I did not see all someone else's pain, blind.
Running, always running, broke about the youth of the whip,
And life was around, and life had a meaning.
But no matter how many conversations I remember now,
The conversations were all with me.
Only yesterday was friends with the moon
And every new day was full of novelty,
I controlled the era with a wand of a dream,
Not seeing losses and emptiness.
Desperate and cunning, did not get tired of love,
But my any bonfire faded so quickly.
And nobody nearby, friends ran around
Leaving all the roles to finish.
Today, the pain is not divided with anyone.
Sometimes grinding salt tears in the tongue.
For that time, it was young yesterday,
He was drunk with life ... drunk ... drunk.
Yesterday how I was young,
The Taste of Life Was Sweet as Rain Upon My Tongue,
I Teed at Life as If it was 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, Alas, On Weak and Shifting Sand;
I Lved by Night and Shunned the Naked Light of Day
And only now i see How the Years Ran Away.
Yesterday how I was young,
So Many Drinking Songs Were Waiting to Be Sung,
So M Any Wayward pleasures Lay in Store for me
And so much pain my dazzled eyes refuse to see.
I Ran So Fast that Time and Youuth 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, Me and Nothing Else AT All.
Yesterday the Moon Was Blue,
And EVERY CRAZY DAY BROUGHT SOMETHING New to do,
I Used My Magic AS IF It Were A Wand,
And Never Saw The Waste and Emptiness Beond;
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 ',
I Feel The Bitter Taste of Tears Upon My Tongue,
The Time Has Come for Me to Pay for Yesterday
When I Was Young ... Young ... Young.
Fate played with the ball, careless, young, zeal.
I caught everywhere a risk opened by my soul,
Easy how a breeze can play with a candle.
What dreams hung in, and the plans are huge!
But the wind scattered my creation.
The night idea of the storm does not tolerate bright light.
And only now the reproach of the loss of the best years.
But yesterday I was young,
And drunken songs of salt, I poured not ashamed,
For sweet sins, forgiveness is not praying.
And I did not see all someone else's pain, blind.
Running, always running, broke about the youth of the whip,
And life was around, and life had a meaning.
But no matter how many conversations I remember now,
The conversations were all with me.
Only yesterday was friends with the moon
And every new day was full of novelty,
I controlled the era with a wand of a dream,
Not seeing losses and emptiness.
Desperate and cunning, did not get tired of love,
But my any bonfire faded so quickly.
And nobody nearby, friends ran around
Leaving all the roles to finish.
Today, the pain is not divided with anyone.
Sometimes grinding salt tears in the tongue.
For that time, it was young yesterday,
He was drunk with life ... drunk ... drunk.
Yesterday how I was young,
The Taste of Life Was Sweet as Rain Upon My Tongue,
I Teed at Life as If it was 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, Alas, On Weak and Shifting Sand;
I Lved by Night and Shunned the Naked Light of Day
And only now i see How the Years Ran Away.
Yesterday how I was young,
So Many Drinking Songs Were Waiting to Be Sung,
So M Any Wayward pleasures Lay in Store for me
And so much pain my dazzled eyes refuse to see.
I Ran So Fast that Time and Youuth 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, Me and Nothing Else AT All.
Yesterday the Moon Was Blue,
And EVERY CRAZY DAY BROUGHT SOMETHING New to do,
I Used My Magic AS IF It Were A Wand,
And Never Saw The Waste and Emptiness Beond;
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 ',
I Feel The Bitter Taste of Tears Upon My Tongue,
The Time Has Come for Me to Pay for Yesterday
When I Was Young ... Young ... Young.
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