Sunday, March 04, 2007

*The Voice* em *My Way* porque ... foi um Domingo com manhã de chuva...



*MY WAY*

And now, the end is near;
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, I'll make it clear,
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.

I've lived a life that's full,
Traveled each and every highway;
More, 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 guess you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew.
And with it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood it all;
And did it my way.

I've loved, laughed and cried.
I've had my fill; my share of losing.
But 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,
No, 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!

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