YESTERDAY WHEN I WAS YOUNG (by Herbert Kretzmer and Charles Aznavour)

Yesterday when I was young, the taste of life was as sweet as rain upon my toungue. I teased at life, as if it were a foolish game, the way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame. And thousand dreams I dreamt, the splendid things I planned. I always built to last on weak and shifting sands. I lived by night and shunned the naked life of the day, And only now I see how the years ran away.

Yesterday when I was young, so many happy songs were waiting to be sung, so many wild pleasures lay in store for me, and so many pain my dazzled eyes refused to see. I ran so fast that time and youth 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 ad pride. And every flame I lit too quickly, quickly died. The friends I made seemed to somehow drift away and I am the only one left on stage to end the play. There are so many songs in me that wont be sung. I feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue. The time has come for me to pay for Yesterday when I was young.