Lyrics
I ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out, and only now i see how the years ran away
Yesterday the moon was blue, i used my magic age as if it were a wand, yesterday when i was young
And only now i see how the years ran away, and every conversation i can now recall When, and only now i see how the years ran away
and only i am left on stage to end the play
The game of love i played with arrogance and pride, the splendid things i planned Aznavour, the friends i made all seemed somehow to drift away
The friends i made all seemed somehow to drift away, i feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue
And only now i see how the years ran away, and never saw the waste and emptiness beyond Charles, on weak and shifting sand
the splendid things i planned
Yesterday the moon was blue, the taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue, the splendid things i planned
I lived by night and shunned the naked light of day, and never saw the waste and emptiness beyond Was, the time has come for me to pay for yesterday when i was young
I feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue, i never stopped to think what life was all about
The game of love i played with arrogance and pride, and only i am left on stage to end the play Charles, and every flame i lit too quickly
and every flame i lit too quickly
and only i am left on stage to end the play
I lived by night and shunned the naked light of day, i never stopped to think what life was all about When, i always built
the friends i made all seemed somehow to drift away
And only now i see how the years ran away, and nothing else at all Charles, the time has come for me to pay for yesterday when i was young
Quickly died, and only i am left on stage to end the play
Concerned itself with me, i used my magic age as if it were a wand
And nothing else at all, the game of love i played with arrogance and pride Was, on weak and shifting sand
Yesterday the moon was blue, and every crazy day brought something new to do, i feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue
I teased at life as if it were a foolish game, i ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out Charles, and nothing else at all
There are so many songs in me that won t be sung, the way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame
The taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue, the friends i made all seemed somehow to drift away
Concerned itself with me, so many wayward pleasures lay in store for me
And only i am left on stage to end the play, so many wayward pleasures lay in store for me
i ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out
And every crazy day brought something new to do, the taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue, i never stopped to think what life was all about
I lived by night and shunned the naked light of day, i ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out Charles, the thousand dreams i dreamed
I ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out, yesterday when i was young Charles, i teased at life as if it were a foolish game
I lived by night and shunned the naked light of day, so many drinking songs were waiting to be sung When, and so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see
on weak and shifting sand
I always built, i feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue, and never saw the waste and emptiness beyond
i feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue
Yesterday the moon was blue, so many wayward pleasures lay in store for me, and every conversation i can now recall
i never stopped to think what life was all about
The friends i made all seemed somehow to drift away, on weak and shifting sand
so many wayward pleasures lay in store for me
And nothing else at all, the game of love i played with arrogance and pride
yesterday when i was young
I lived by night and shunned the naked light of day, and so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see
Yesterday the moon was blue, i feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue, and never saw the waste and emptiness beyond
Yesterday the moon was blue, there are so many songs in me that won t be sung
And never saw the waste and emptiness beyond, yesterday when i was young
So many wayward pleasures lay in store for me, the taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue
The game of love i played with arrogance and pride, on weak and shifting sand
I never stopped to think what life was all about, yesterday when i was young
I ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out, yesterday when i was young, i feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue
there are so many songs in me that won t be sung