XXI
Charles Aznavour 'Yesterday When I was Young'/'Hier Encore'
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 many 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, 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,
XIX
Julio Iglesias 'Vous Les Femmes'
Vous les femmes, vous le charme
Vos sourires nous attirent nous désarment
Vous les anges, adorables
Et nous sommes nous les hommes pauvres diables
Avec des milliers de roses on vous entoure
On vous aime et sans le dire on vous le prouve
On se croit très forts on pense vous connaître
On vous dit toujours, vous répondez peut-être
Vous les femmes, vous mon drame
Vous si douces, vous la source de nos larmes
Pauvres diables, que nous sommes
Vulnérables, misérables, nous les hommes
Pauvres diables, pauvres diables ....
Dès qu'un autre vous sourit on a tendance
A jouer plus ou moins bien l'indifférence
On fait tout pour se calmer puis on éclate
On est fous de jalousie et ça vous flatte
Vous les femmes, vous le charme.
Vos sourires nous attirent nous désarment.
Pauvres diables que nous sommes
Vulnérables, misérables, nous les hommes.
Pauvres diables, Pauvres diables, Pauvres diables
XVIII
'ABBA' 'The Winner Takes It All'
I don't wanna talk
About the things we've gone through
Though it's hurting me
Now it's history
I've played all my cards
And that's what you've done too
Nothing more to say
No more ace to play
The winner takes it all
The loser standing small
Beside the victory
That's her destiny
I was in your arms
Thinking I belonged there
I figured it made sense
Building me a fence
Building me a home
Thinking I'd be strong there
But I was a fool
Playing by the rules
The gods may throw a dice
Their minds as cold as ice
And someone way down here
Loses someone dear
The winner takes it all
The loser has to fall
It's simple and it's plain
Why should I complain.
But tell me does she kiss
Like I used to kiss you?
Does it feel the same
When she calls your name?
Somewhere deep inside
You must know I miss you
But what can I say
Rules must be obeyed
The judges will decide
The likes of me abide
Spectators of the show
Always staying low
The game is on again
A lover or a friend
A big thing or a small
The winner takes it all
I don't wanna talk
If it makes you feel sad
And I understand
You've come to shake my hand
I apologize
If it makes you feel bad
Seeing me so tense
No self-confidence
But you see
The winner takes it all
The winner takes it all...