My way

Langosta como plato principal. El comandante nos recibió en la puerta del salón comedor para celebrar en alta mar la cena de gala. Ella estaba guapísima, con un vestido gris plateado que le llegaba hasta los pies. My way fue la canción con la que se abrió el baile y se cerró una puerta. La puerta por donde nunca se escaparían nuestros sueños conjuntos. La puerta que guardaba nuestras vidas para siempre.




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 ev'ry highway;
but 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,
but 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,
"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