[00:00.000] 作词 : Charles Aznavour
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Charles Aznavour
[00:02.000] 编曲 : Roy Clark
[00:05.129]Seems the love I've known has always been
[00:09.573]The most destructive kind
[00:11.959]I guess that's why now I feel so old
[00:15.520]Before my time
[00:19.136]Yesterday when I was young
[00:24.450]The taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue
[00:29.910]I teased at life as if it were a foolish game
[00:35.335]The way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame
[00:40.877]The thousand dreams I dreamed
[00:44.058]The splendid things I planned
[00:46.660]I'd always built to last on weak and shifting sand
[00:51.797]I lived by night and shunned the naked light of day
[00:57.047]And only now I see how the years ran away
[01:02.098]Yesterday when I was young
[01:07.205]So many happy songs were waiting to be sung
[01:12.837]So many wild pleasures lay in store for me
[01:18.175]And so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see
[01:23.386]I ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out
[01:28.768]I never stopped to think what life was all about
[01:34.617]And every conversation I can now recall
[01:39.716]Concerned it self with me and nothing else at all
[02:07.173]Yesterday the moon was blue
[02:12.060]And every crazy day brought something new to do
[02:17.283]I used my magic age as if it were a wand
[02:22.718]And never saw the waste and emptiness beyond
[02:27.963]The game of love I played with arrogance and pride
[02:33.341]And every flame I lit too quickly quickly died
[02:38.724]The friends I made all seemed somehow to drift away
[02:44.128]And only I am left on stage to end the play
[02:49.532]There are so many songs in me that won't be sung
[02:55.293]I feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue
[03:00.354]The time has come for me to pay for yesterday
[03:06.374]When I was young

作词 : Charles Aznavour
作曲 : Charles Aznavour
编曲 : Roy Clark
Seems the love I've known has always been
The most destructive kind
I guess that's why now I feel so old
Before my time
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'd always built to last 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 happy songs were waiting to be sung
So many wild 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 it self 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 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