[00:00.000] 作词 : Charles Aznaourian/Herbert Kretzmer
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Charles Aznaourian/Herbert Kretzmer
[00:09.343]Yesterday when I was young.
[00:14.391]the taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue.
[00:19.942]I teased at life as if it were a foolish game.
[00:25.013]the way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame.
[00:30.284]The thousand dreams I dreamed, the splendid things I planned.
[00:35.914]I always built alas on weak and shifting sand.
[00:41.208]I ived by night and shunned the naked light of the day.
[00:46.487]and only now I see how the years ran away.
[00:52.113]Yesterday when I was young.
[00:57.153]so many happy songs were waiting to be sung.
[01:02.760]so many happy pleasures lay in store for me.
[01:08.289]and so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see.
[01:13.322]I ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out.
[01:18.348]I never stopped to think what life was all about.
[01:23.367]and every conversation I can now recall.
[01:28.650]concerned itself with me and nothing else at all.
[01:55.847]Yesterday the moon was blue.
[02:01.117]and every crazy day brought something new to do.
[02:06.725]I used my magic age as if it were a wand.
[02:11.996]and never saw the waste and emptiness beyond.
[02:17.006]The game of love I played with arrogance and pride.
[02:22.578]and every flame I lit too quickly quickly died.
[02:27.838]The friends I made all seemed somehow to drift away.
[02:33.360]and only I am left on stage to end the play.
[02:38.870]There are so many songs in me that won't be sung.
[02:43.905]I feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue.
[02:49.233]The time has come for me to pay for yesterday when I was young.

作词 : Charles Aznaourian/Herbert Kretzmer
作曲 : Charles Aznaourian/Herbert Kretzmer
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 ived 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 happy 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 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.