paroles de chanson Yesterday When I Was Young - Lena Horne
                                                Yesterday, 
                                                when 
                                                    I 
                                                was 
                                                young,
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                taste 
                                                of 
                                                life 
                                                was 
                                                sweet, 
                                                as 
                                                rain 
                                                upon 
                                                my 
                                                tongue,
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                teased 
                                                with 
                                                life, 
                                                as 
                                                if 
                                                it 
                                                were 
                                                    a 
                                                silly 
                                                game,
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                way 
                                                the 
                                                evening 
                                                breeze 
                                                can 
                                                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 
                                                    I 
                                                shunned 
                                                the 
                                                naked 
                                                light 
                                                of 
                                                day,
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                only 
                                                now, 
                                                    I 
                                                see, 
                                                how 
                                                the 
                                                years 
                                                have 
                                                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 
                                                much 
                                                pain, 
                                                my 
                                                dazzled 
                                                eyes 
                                                refused 
                                                to 
                                                see
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                ran 
                                                so 
                                                fast 
                                                that 
                                                time, 
                                                and 
                                                youth 
                                                at 
                                                last 
                                                ran 
                                                out,
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                never, 
                                                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 
                                                youth, 
                                                as 
                                                if 
                                                it 
                                                were 
                                                    a 
                                                wand,
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                never 
                                                saw 
                                                the 
                                                worst, 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                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,
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                only 
                                                    I 
                                                am 
                                                left, 
                                                on 
                                                stage 
                                                to 
                                                end 
                                                the 
                                                play
 
                                    
                                
                                                There 
                                                are 
                                                so 
                                                many 
                                                songs 
                                                in 
                                                me, 
                                                that 
                                                won′t 
                                                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
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 Overture
2 From This Moment On
3 I Got A Name
4 I'm Glad There Is You
5 I Want To Be Happy
6 Copper Colored Gal
7 Raisin' The Rent
8 As Long As I Live
9 Lady With The Fan
10 Lena's Dialogue 'Cotton Club to Hollywood'
11 Where or When
12 Can't Help Lovin' Dat Man
13 Lena's Dialogue - : "Hollywood"
14 Just One Of Those Things
15 Stormy Weather, Pt. I
16 Love
17 Lena's Dialogue - : "Broadway"
18 Push De Button
19 The Lady Is A Tramp
20 Yesterday When I Was Young
21 'Deed I Do
22 Life Goes On
23 Watch What Happens
24 The Surrey With The Fringe On Top
25 Fly
26 Bewitched, Bothered And Bewildered
27 A Lady Must Live
28 Lena's Dialogue - : "Love This Business"
29 That's What Miracles Are All About
30 Lena's Dialogue 'Early Career'
31 I'm Gonna Sit Right Down And Write Myself A Letter
32 Stormy Weather, Pt. II
33 If You Believe
34 Curtain Music - "Stormy Weather"
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