My way – Na moj način
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And now, the end is near
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’ve traveled each and every highway Oh, 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 But 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
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 |
I sad, kraj je blizu
I tako suočavam se s posljednjim zastorom
Prijatelju moj, reći ću ti jasno
Izložit ću svoj slučaj u koji sam siguran
Živio sam život koji je ispunjen
Putovao sam svakom pojedinom cestom
I više, još puno više od ovoga,
Činio sam to na svoj način
Žaljenja, imam ih nekoliko
Ali onda opet, premalo da bi se spominjalo
Radio sam što sam morao raditi
I činio to bez iznimke
Planirao sam svaki smjer letenja
Svaki oprezan korak uz sporedni put
I više, još puno više od ovoga, činio sam to na svoj način
Da, bilo je vremena, siguran sam da si znao
Kad sam odgrizao više nego sam mogao prožvakati
Ali kroz sve to, kad je bilo sumnje
Sažvakao sam to, i ispljunuo
Suočio sam se sa svime, i stajao ponosito
I činio to na moj način
Volio sam, smijao se i plakao
Imao sam svoj udio, svoju dozu gubitaka
I sad, kad suze odlaze
Nalazim to sve zabavnim
Kad pomislim, napravio sam sve to, i – smijem li dodati
Ne na skroman način
“Oh ne, oh ne, ne ja
Činio sam to na svoj način”
Jer što je čovjek? Što on ima?
Ako ne sebe, nema ništa
Da kaže stvari koje istinski osjeća
A ne riječi onoga koji kleči
Zapisnik pokazuje, primao sam udarce
I činio to na svoj način
Da, bilo je to na moj način
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