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Audio
Slideshow
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Summer
Tour
2002 |
Fall Tour
2001
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Spring Tour
2001
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Spring Tour
2000 |
Fall Tour
1999 |
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Steven Mercurio, Conductor
Ana Maria Martinez, Soprano
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Steven Mercurio, Conductor
Ana Maria Martinez, Soprano
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Marcello Rota, Conductor
Cecilia Gasdia, Soprano
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Marcello Rota, Conductor
Ana Maria Martinez, Soprano
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Steven Mercurio, Conductor
Ana Maria Martinez, Soprano
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Photo courtesy of Carole MacKay |
Photo courtesy of Nancy Ciasulli |
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Track 1
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"Pourquoi
me réveller"
"N'achevez pas!"
Jules Massenet - WERTHER
(avec une tristesse inspirée)
Pourquoi me réveller,
ô souffle du printemps?
Pourquoi me réveller
Sur mon front je sens tes caresses,
et pourtant bien proche est le temps
des orages et des tristesses!
(avec désespérance)
Pourquoi me réveiller,
ô souffle du printemps?
Demain dans le vallon
viendra le voyageur
se souvenant de ma gloire première.
Et ses yeux vainement
chercheront ma splendeur.
Ils ne trouveront plus que deuil
et que misère! Hé1as!
(avec désespérance)
Pourquoi me réveller,
ô souffle du printemps?
N'achevez pas! Hélas! ce désespoir...ce
deuil... on dirait...
il me semble...
Ciel! Ai-je compris?
(plus accentué) Ai-je compris?
(palpitant) Dans cette voix qui tremble,
dans ces doux yeux remplis de larmes
n'est-ce pas un aveu que je lis?
(frémissante) Ah! taisez-vous!
(en s'exaltant de plus en plus) A quoi
bon essayer de nous tromper encore...
(suppliant) Je vous implore!
(avec ardeur) Va! nous mentions tous
deux en nous disant vainqueurs de
l'immortel amour qui tressaille en nos
coeurs!
Werther!
(palpitant) Ah! ce premier
baiser, mon rêve et mon envie!
Bonheur tant espéré qu'aujourd'hui
j'entrevois!
Il brûle sur ma lèvre encor inassouvie
ce baiser...ce baiser demandé pour la
première fois!
(tombe éperdue su la canapé)
Ah! Ma raison s'égare...
(se jetant à ses pieds) Tu m'aimes!
tu m'aimes! tu m'aimes!
(le repoussant) ...non! tout ce qui nous
sépare peut-il être oublié?
(insistant) Tu m'aimes!
(se défendant toujours) Pitié!
Il n'est plus de remords!
Non!
Il n'est plus de tourments!
Ah! pitié!
Hors de nous rien n'existe
et tout le reste est vain!
Ah! Seigneur! défendez-moi!
Mais l'amour seul est vrai,
Car c'est le mot divin!
Défendez-moi, Seigneur,
défendez-moi contre moi-même!
Défendez-moi, Seigneur,
contre lui... défendez-moi!
Viens! je t'aime! il n'est plus de remords...
Car l'amour seul est vrai, c'est le mot,
le mot divin!
Je t'aime! Je t'aime! je t'aime!
(dans les bras de Werther) Ah!
(se redressant, affolée)
Ah! Moi! moi!
(s'enfuyant, subitement revenu)
dans ses bras!
(lui implorant Charlotte) Pardon!
(résolument, se possédant enfin)
Non! Vous ne me verrez plus!
Charlotte!
(avec un reproche déchirant)
C'est vous, vous! que je fuis l'âme
désespérée!
Adieu! adieu! pour la dernière fois!
(Charlotte s'enfuit)
(atterré)
Mais non... c'est impossible!
Ecoute-moi! Ma voix te rappelle!
(palpitant) Reviens!
Tu me seras sacrée!
Reviens! Reviens!
(presque parlé) Rien! pas un mot...
elle se tait...
(résolument) Soit! Adieu donc!
Charlotte a dicté mon arrêt!
Prends le deuil, ô nature! Nature!
Ton fils, ton bien aimé,
ton amant va mourir!
Emportant avec lui l'éternelle torture,
ma tombe peut s'ouvrir!
(Il s'enfuit.) |
(with an inspired sadness)
Why do you awaken me,
o breath of Spring?
Why do you awaken me?
On my forehead I feel your caresses,
and yet very near is the time
of storms and sorrows!
(with desperation)
Why do you awaken me,
o breath of Spring?
Tomorrow, into the valley
will come the traveler
remembering my early glory
And his eyes in vain
will look for my splendor.
They will find no more than grief
and misery. Alas!
(with desperation)
Why do you awaken me,
o breath of Spring?
Do not go on! Alas! this despair...this
mourning... one would say...
it seems to me...
Heavens! And can it be?
(more accentuated) oh, can it be?
(palpitating) In your faint voice which
trembles, in your soft eyes filled with
tears, can it be a confession I read?
(quivering) Ah! hush you!
(in more and more excitement) It is time
to throw off deception and delusion…
(begging) I beseech you!
(with passion) Come! Let us lie no
more, nor say we can deny the sweet,
immortal love that is aflame in our
hearts!
Werther!
(palpitating) Ah! this first
kiss, my dream and my desire!
Turn all my dreams and hopes into joy,
I implore!
It burns on my lips that still wait for
your answer, this kiss…grant me this
perfect gift of the first kiss of love!
(falling on the settee)
Ah! I have lost my reason…
(throwing himself to her feet) You love
me! you love me! you love me!
(pushing him back)... No! Can all that
separates us be forgotten?
(insistent) You love me!
(always defending herself) Have pity!
Remorse is at an end!
No!
Our torture now is done!
Ah! Have pity!
Outside of us nothing exists
and all the remainder is useless!
Ah! Lord! Defend me!
But the love alone is true,
Because it is the divine word!
Defend me, Lord,
save me from myself!
Defend me, Lord,
from him…save me!
Come! I love you! Remorse is at an end...
Because the love alone is true, it is the
word, the divine word!
I love you! I love you! I love you!
(in the arms of Werther) Ah!
(rectifying herself, thrown into a panic)
Ah! I! I!
(fleeing, suddenly returning)
in his arms!
(beseeching Charlotte) Forgive me!
(resolutely, composing herself finally)
No! You will not see me any more!
Charlotte!
(with a tearing reproach)
It is you, you! I flee the desperate
heart!
Good-bye! good-bye! For the last time!
(Charlotte flees)
(dismayed)
But no... it is impossible!
Listen to me! My voice recalls you!
(palpitating) Return!
You will be sacred to me!
Return! Return!
(almost spoken) Nothing! not a word...
not a sound…
(resolutely) Good! Good-bye then!
Charlotte condemns me to death!
Take mourning, grande Earth! Nature!
Your son who loved you well,
your beloved will die!
Carrying with him eternal torture,
my tomb can open!
(He flees.) |
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MARECHIARE
Paolo Tosti
Quando sorge la luna a Marechiare,
perfino i pesci tremano d’amore,
si sconvolgono l’onde
in grembo al mare,
e per la gioia cangiano colore.
A Marechiare sorride un balcone,
la passione mia vi batte l’ale:
l’acqua canta di sotto una canzone,
un garofano olezze al davanzale.
Chi dice che le stelle son lucenti,
degli occhi tuoi non vide lo splendore!
Li conosco io ben quei raggi ardenti!
Ne scendono le punte
in questo core!
Destati, che la sera è tutto incanto,
e mai per tanto tempo io t’ho aspettata!
Pe accoppiar gli accordi al mesto canto,
stasera una chitarra ho qui portata! |
When the moon rises on Marechiare,
even the fish tremble with love,
the wave turns upside down
in the sea’s bosom
and for joy they change color.
A balcony smiles to Marechiare,
my passion beats its wings to you:
the water softly sings a song,
a clove perfumes the window sill.
Who says that the stars are bright,
it does not see the splendor of your eyes!
I know well those ardent rays!
From it they descend their pains
on this heart!
Awake, the evening is all enchanted,
and I have awaited you for all time!
To join my chords to the sad song,
I have brought a guitar here! |
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O SURDATO ‘NAMMURATO
Enrico Cannio
Staje luntana da stu core,
a te volo cu 'o penziero:
niente voglio e niente spero
ca tenerte sempe a fianco a me!
Si' sicura 'e chist'ammore
comm'i' só' sicuro 'e te...
Oje vita, oje vita mia...
oje core 'e chistu core...
si' stata 'o primmo ammore...
e 'o primmo e ll'ùltimo sarraje pe' me!
Quanta notte nun te veco,
nun te sento 'int'a sti bbracce,
nun te vaso chesta faccia,
nun t'astregno forte 'mbraccio a me?
Ma, scetánneme 'a sti suonne,
mme faje chiagnere pe' te...
Oje vita, oje vita mia...
oje core 'e chistu core...
si' stata 'o primmo ammore...
e 'o primmo e ll'ùltimo sarraje pe' me!
Scrive sempe e sta' cuntenta:
io nun pienzo che a te sola...
Nu penziero mme cunzola,
ca tu pienze sulamente a me...
'A cchiù bella 'e tutt' ‘e bbelle,
nun è maje cchiù bella 'e te!
Oje vita, oje vita mia...
oje core 'e chistu core...
si' stata 'o primmo ammore...
e 'o primmo e ll'ùltimo sarraje pe' me! |
THE SOLDIER IN LOVE
Though you are far away,
I fly to you in thought.
No wish, no hope have I
save to keep you near me forever!
My heart, as you know, is yours alone,
and I know yours is mine.
Oh life, oh my life,
oh heart of this heart,
you have been my first love…
the first and the last you'll be for me!
For how many nights have I not seen you,
nor held you in my arms,
nor kissed your face,
nor pressed you to my breast?
I wake from dreams like these
and cry for you.
Oh life, oh my life,
oh heart of this heart,
you have been my first love…
the first and the last you'll be for me!
Oh life, oh my life,
oh heart of this heart,
you have been my first love…
the first and the last you'll be for me! |
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"Donna non vidi mai"
Giacomo Puccini - MANON LESCAUT
Donna non vidi mai, simile a questa!
A dirle: "io t'amo,"
a nuova vita l'alma mia si desta.
"Manon Lescaut mi chiamo!"
Come queste parole profumate,
mi vagan nello spirto
e ascose fibre vanno a carezzare.
O sussurro gentil,
deh! non cessar! |
I have never seen a woman, such as this one!
To tell her: " I love you",
my soul awakens to a new life.
"Manon Lescaut is my name."
How these fragrant words
wander around in my mind.
And come to caress my innermost fibers.
Oh! sweet thoughts,
Ah, do not cease!
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"Mamma, quel vino è generoso"
(Turiddu’s farewell)
Pietro Mascagni - CAVALLERIA RUSTICANA
Mamma,
Quel vino è generoso, e certo
Oggi troppi bicchieri
ne ho tracannati...
Vado fuori all'aperto.
Ma prima voglio
Che mi benedite
Come quel giorno
Che partii soldato.
E poi... mamma... sentite...
S'io... non tornassi...
Voi dovrete fare
Da madre a Santa,
Ch'io le avea giurato
Di condurla all'altare.
Oh! nulla!
È il vino che mi ha suggerito!
Per me pregate Iddio!
Un bacio, mamma...
Un altro bacio... addio! |
Mother,
That wine is full-bodied, and I know
That I have drunk
Too many glasses today ...
I'm going for some fresh air.
But first I'd like
You to bless me
Like that day
When I went off to be a soldier.
And .. mother .. listen ..
If I .. don't come back ..
You must be
A mother to Santa (Santuzza)
Whom I have sworn
To lead to the altar.
Oh, no reason!
It must be the wine!
Pray to God for me!
A kiss, mother...
Another kiss... Addio!
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BECAUSE
Music by Guy d'Hardelot
English lyrics by Edward Teschemacher
Because, you come to me,
with naught save love,
and hold my hand and lift mine eyes above,
a wider world of hope and joy I see,
because you come to me!
Because you speak to me in accent sweet,
I find the roses waking 'round my feet,
and I am led through tears and joy to thee,
because you speak to me!
Because God made thee mine,
I’ll cherish thee,
through light and darkness through all time to be,
and pray His love may make our love divine,
because God made thee mine! |
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"Tra voi, belle"
Giacomo Puccini – MANON LESCAUT
Tra voi, belle,
Brune e bionde
Si nasconde giovinetta
Vaga e vezzosa,
Dal labbro rosa
Che m’aspetta?
Sei tu, bionda stella?
Dillo a me!
Palesatemi il destino
E il divino viso ardente
Che m’innamori,
Ch’io vegga e adori eternamente!
Tra voi, belle,
Brune e bionde
Si nasconde giovinetta
Vaga e vezzosa,
Dal labbro rosa
Che m’aspetta?
Sei tu, bruna stella?
Dillo a me! |
Among you, lovely ones,
Dark and fair,
Is there hiding a sweet maiden
Coy and tender,
Whose lips so rosy
Will kisses render?
Are you my fair star?
Tell me pray!
Does fate give me happy chances
And what promise yield your glances
That so enthrall me,
To love’s enchantment they e’er recall me!
Among you, lovely ones,
Dark and fair,
Is there hiding a sweet maiden
Coy and tender,
Whose lips so rosy
Will kisses render?
Are you my lodestar?
Tell me pray!
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"Vesti la giubba"
Ruggero Leoncavallo - PAGLIACCI
Recitar! Mentre preso dal delirio,
non so più quel che dico,
e quel che faccio!
Eppur è d'uopo, sforzati!
Bah! sei tu forse un uom!
Tu se' Pagliaccio!
Vesti la giubba,
e la faccia infarina.
La gente paga, e rider vuole qua.
E se Arlecchin t'invola Colombina,
ridi, Pagliaccio, e ognun applaudirà!
Tramuta in lazzi lo spasmo ed il pianto;
in una smorfia il singhiozzo il dolor, Ah!
Ridi, Pagliaccio,
sul tuo amore infranto!
Ridi del duol che t'avvelena il cor! |
To perform! While seized with delirium,
Not knowing what I say,
or what I am doing!
And yet I must, force myself!
Bah! You are not a man!
You are a clown!
Put on the costume,
and the face dip in flour.
The people pay, and they want to laugh
and if Harlequin takes away Colombina
laugh, clown, and everyone will applaud!
Turn into jest the spasms and weeping;
into a funny grimace the sobs of pain, Ah!
Laugh, clown,
At your broken love!
Laugh at the pain that poisons your heart!
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"Viene la sera"
Giacomo Puccini
Love duet from MADAMA BUTTERFLY
Viene la sera
E l'ombra e la quiete.
E sei qui sola.
Sola e rinnegata!
Rinnegata... e felice!
A voi, chiudete.
Sì, sì, noi tutti soli...
E fuori il mondo...
E il Bonzo furibondo.
Suzuki, le mie vesti.
Quest'obi pomposa di scioglier mi tarda...
si vesta la sposa di puro candor.
Con moti di scojattolo
i nodi allenta e scioglie!...
Tra motti sommessi
sorride e mi guarda.
Pensar che quel giocattolo
è mia moglie. Mia moglie!
Celarmi potessi!
ne ho tanto rossor!
Ma tal grazia dispiega,
ch'io mi struggo per la febbre
… d'un subito desìo.
E ancor l'irata voce mi maledice...
Butterfly rinnegata...
Rinnegata... e felice.
Bimba dagli occhi pieni di malìa
ora sei tutta mia.
Sei tutta vestita di giglio.
Mi piace la treccia tua bruna
fra candidi veli.
Somiglio la Dea della luna,
la piccola Dea della luna che scende
la notte dal ponte del ciel.
E affascina i cuori...
E li prende,
e li avvolge in un bianco mantel.
E via se li reca
negli alti reami,
Ma intanto finor non m'hai detto,
ancor non m'hai detto che m'ami.
Le sa quella Dea le parole
che appagan gli ardenti desir?
Le sa.
Forse dirle non vuole
per tema d'averne a morir,
per tema d'averne a morir!
Stolta paura, l'amor non uccide
ma dà vita, e sorride per gioie celestiali
come ora fa nei tuoi lunghi occhi ovali.
Adesso voi siete per me
l'occhio del firmamento.
E mi piaceste dal primo momento
che vi ho veduto.
Siete alto, forte.
Ridete con modi si palesi!
E dite cose che mai non intesi.
Or son contenta,
or son contenta.
Vogliatemi bene,
un bene piccolino,
un bene da bambino
quale a me si conviene,
vogliatemi bene.
Noi siamo gente avvezza
alle piccole cose
umili e silenziose,
ad una tenerezza
sfiorante e pur profonda
come il ciel, come l'onda
del mare.
Dammi ch'io baci le tue mani care.
Mia Butterfly!
come t'han ben nomata
tenue farfalla...
Dicon ch'oltre mare
se cade in man dell'uom,
ogni farfalla
da uno spillo è trafitta
ed in tavola infitta!..
Un po' di vero c'è.
E tu lo sai perchè?
Perchè non fugga più.
Io t'ho ghermita...
Ti serro palpitante.
Sei mia.
Sì, per la vita.
Vieni, vieni...
Via dall'anima in pena
l'angoscia paurosa.
È notte serena!
Guarda: dorme ogni cosa!
Ah! Dolce notte!..
Vieni, vieni...
Quante stelle!
Non le vidi mai sì belle!
È notte serena!
Ah! vieni, vieni.
È notte serena!..
Guarda: dorme ogni cosa!
Dolce notte! Quante stelle!
Vieni, vieni!
Non le vidi mai sì belle!
Vieni, vieni!
Trema, brilla ogni favilla
col baglior d'una pupilla. Oh!
Vien, sei mia!
Oh! quanti occhi fisi, attenti
d'ogni parte a riguardar!
pei firmamenti,
via pei lidi,
via pel mare...
Via l'angoscia dal tuo cor!
Ti serro palpitante.
Sei mia.
Ah! Vien, vien sei mia
ah! vieni, guarda:
dorme ogni cosa!..
Ti serro palpitante.
Ah, vien!
Ah! quanti occhi fisi, attenti!
Guarda: dorme ogni cosa:
Ah! vien! ah! vieni, vieni!
Ah! vien, ah! vien, sei mia!
Ride il ciel!
Ah! Dolce notte!
Tutto estatico d'amor
Ride il ciel!
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[It is almost dark now, and Pinkerton
leads Butterfly towards the house]
Evening is falling
With shadows and quiet.
And you are here alone.
Alone and renounced!
Renounced and happy!
[Pinkerton claps his hands, the servants
come in and Pinkerton orders:]
You, close it
[the servants silently slide the walls across]
[with deep feeling to Pinkerton]
Yes, we are all alone
The world is outside.
[laughing] and the furious priest.
[to Suzuki, who has come in with the
servants is awaiting orders]
Suzuki, my clothes.
[Suzuki rummages in a trunk and gives
Butterfly her night attire and a small box
with toiletries. The servants leave.
Butterfly goes into the house, where
Suzuki assists her preparations for the
night. She changes into a white bridal
gown, then does her hair. Suzuki leaves.]
I can’t undo this showy sash
The bride now dons her spotless white.
Her movements as delicate as a squirrel’s
She loosens and undoes the knots.
Talking softly to himself
He smiles and watches me.
To think that little toy
is my wife! My wife!
If only I could hide!
Oh he makes me blush so!
[smiling] But her charm is so alluring,
That I am consumed by a sudden
… fever of desire.
And still the angry voice is cursing me.
Butterfly, renounced.
Renounced and happy.
[rising, he draws closer to Butterfly,
raises her gently, and goes out with her
on the terrace.]
Little child, with bewitching eyes,
now you are all mine.
You're clad all in lily white rainment.
I like your tresses of brown in
the white of your veil.
I am like the Goddess of the Moon
the little Moon-Goddess who comes down
by night from the bridge of heaven.
And fascinates all hearts…
And takes them,
And she wraps them in mantle of white.
And carries them away
To realms high above.
But meanwhile you have not told me,
You have not yet told me you love me.
Does the Goddess know those words
That soothe ardent desire?
She does.
Perhaps she does not want to say them,
For fear of dying at hearing them!
For fear of dying at hearing them!
Fear not, for love does not mean dying,
But gives life, and smiles with heavenly joy
As it does now in your beautiful almond eyes.
[Pinkerton draws close to Butterfly and
takes her face in his hands. Butterfly, with
a sudden movement, withdraws herself
from Pinkerton's ardent embrace]
You are now for me
The light of Heaven.
I liked you the very first moment
That I saw you.
[Butterfly has a sudden panic and puts her
hands to her ears, as though she still heard
her relatives shouting; then reassured, she
once more turns to Pinkerton.]
You are tall and strong!
You laugh so openly!
And you say things that I’ve never heard before.
Now I am happy.
Now I am happy.
[It is now quite dark, and the sky is clear
and full of stars. Butterfly moves slowly
towards Pinkerton who is sitting on a bench
in the garden. She kneels at his feet and
looks at him tenderly, almost pleadingly.]
Love me, please,
a little love,
a child-like love.
A love to suit a child like me.
Love me please.
We are people accustomed
to little things,
humble and quiet,
to a tenderness which is
gentle, and yet as wide
as the sky, as deep as the
rolling sea.
Give me your dear hands that I may
kiss them.
My Butterfly!
How well have you been named,
slender butterfly.
They say that abroad
every butterfly
if it falls in man’s hands
is transfixed with a pin
and to a table fastened!
[taking her hands again gently,
and smiling]
There is a little truth in that,
And now do you know why?
So that she’ll not fly away.
[Clasping Butterfly passionately to him]
I have caught you...
I hold you as you flutter.
You are mine.
[throwing herself into his arms]
Yes, for life.
Come, oh come...
[Butterfly draws back, as though
ashamed of her boldness.]
Love, what fears hold you trembling.
Have done with all misgivings.
The night is clear!
See the world lies sleeping!
Ah! Sweet night!
Come , oh come…
So many stars!
Never have I seen such glory!
The night is clear!
Ah! come, oh come!
The night is clear!..
See all is asleep!
Sweet night! So many stars!
Come, oh come!
Never have I seen them all so beautiful!
Come, oh come!
They all tremble, shine and twinkle
With the sparkle of an eye. Oh!
Come, you are mine!
[Fireflies appear all around the lovers,
in amongst the flowers and bushes.]
All those eyes fixed and staring,
gazing from all sides!
In the Heavens,
away on the shore
away on the sea.
[with amorous desire]
Cast out all fear from your heart!
I hold you as you flutter.
You are mine.
Ah! come, come you are mine
Ah! come then, see that
all is sleeping!..
I hold you as you flutter.
Ah, come!
Ah! all those eyes fixed and staring!
See all is asleep!
Ah! come! ah, come, come!
Ah! come, ah! come, you are mine!
The sky is smiling!
Ah, sweet night!
All is filled with the ecstasy of love.
The sky is smiling!
[They go up from the garden into the
house.]
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MY WAY
English lyrics by Paul Anka.
Music by Jacques Revaux & Claude François
Original French lyrics by Giles Thibault
And now, the end is here
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 traveled each and ev’ry 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 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’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?
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!
© 1967 Societe des Nouvelles,
Editions Eddie Barclay, © 1995 Renewed
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