| My WayAnd 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 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 have to do And saw it through without excemption I planned each charted course Each careful step along the by way And 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 I've 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 It 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 look the blows And did it my way My way | 市川優月(3B junior) | Gilles Thibaut・訳詞：Paul Anka | Claude Francois・Jacques Revaux | 神谷礼 | 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 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 have to do And saw it through without excemption I planned each charted course Each careful step along the by way And 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 I've 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 It 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 look the blows And did it my way My way |
