Вчера, когда я был молод

Seems the love I've known has always been a Most destructive kind. Guess that's why now I feel so old Before my time. Yesterday, When I was young, The taste of life was sweet Like rain upon my tongue. I teased at life as if it were a Foolish game, the way the evening breeze may tease A candle flame. The thousand dreams I dreamed, The splendid things I planned, I always built to last On weak and shifting sands. I lived by night and shunned the naked light Of 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 much pain my dazzled eyes refused to See. I ran so fast at times and used To laugh so loud. I never stopped to think what life was all About, and every conversation That I can now recall Concerns 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 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.