MY WAY
And now, the end is here,
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, I'll say it clear,
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.
I've lived a life that's full,
I travelled each and every highway.
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.
Regrets, I've had a few
But then again,
Too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.
I planned each charted course,
Each careful step along the byway.
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.
Yes, there were times,
I'm sure you knew,
When I bit off
More than I could chew.
But through it all,
When there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall,
And did it my way.
I've loved, I've laughed and cried.
I've had my fill, my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing
To think I did all that.
And may I say, not in a shy way,
'Oh, no, oh, no, not me, I did it my way'.
For what is a man,
What has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows
And did it my way.
Yes, it was my way.
And now, the end is here,
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, I'll say it clear,
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.
I've lived a life that's full,
I travelled each and every highway.
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.
Regrets, I've had a few
But then again,
Too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.
I planned each charted course,
Each careful step along the byway.
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.
Yes, there were times,
I'm sure you knew,
When I bit off
More than I could chew.
But through it all,
When there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall,
And did it my way.
I've loved, I've laughed and cried.
I've had my fill, my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing
To think I did all that.
And may I say, not in a shy way,
'Oh, no, oh, no, not me, I did it my way'.
For what is a man,
What has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows
And did it my way.
Yes, it was my way.
A MI MANERA
Y ahora, el final está aquí,
y entonces enfrento el telón final.
Mi amigo, lo diré sin rodeos,
hablaré de mi caso, del cual estoy seguro.
He vivido una vida plena.
Viajé por todos y cada uno de los caminos.
Y más, mucho más que esto,
lo hice a mi manera.
Arrepentimientos, he tenido unos pocos
Pero igualmente,
muy pocos como para mencionarlos.
Hice lo que debía hacer
Y lo hice sin exenciones.
Planée cada programa de acción.
Cada paso cuidadoso a lo largo del camino.
Y más, mucho más que esto,
lo hice a mi manera.
Sí, hubo oportunidades.
Estoy seguro que lo sabían.
Cuando mordí
más de lo que podía masticar.
Pero al final,
cuando hubo duda,
me lo tragué todo y luego lo dije sin miedo.
Lo enfrenté todo y estuve orgulloso,
y lo hice a mi manera.
He amado, he reído y llorado.
Tuve malas experiencias, me tocó perder.
Y ahora, que las lágrimas ceden,
encuentro tan divertido
pensar que hice todo eso.
Y permítanme decir, sin timidez,
'Oh, no, oh, no, a mí no, yo sí lo hice a mi manera'.
Pues que es un hombre,
¿Qué es lo que ha conseguido?
Si no es a sí mismo, entonces no tiene nada.
Decir las cosas que realmente siente
Y no las palabras de alguien que se arrodilla.
Mi historia muestra que asumí los golpes
Y lo hice a mi manera.
Sí, fue a mi manera.
Intérprete: Frank Sinatra
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