As a child, I remember hearing Charles Aznavour singing Hier Encore. I thought his voice and the music were charming even whimsical. The English translation is such a delight to hear.
Snatches of the lyrics have haunted my memory almost all my life and often come to me in quiet moments.
I feel now that the song has come full circle. This week I heard the song introduced on a local radio station, listened to it with and finally enjoyed it after so long.
I have greatly enjoyed drowning in many different renditions especially those with Charles singing live. The English version was released as "Yesterday when I was young" and will be sitting on my desk for a while.
It is so nice to read the words at the same time. They truly resonate with me and I think the song represents what I want to feel—the nostalgia without anguish.
Has anyone else discovered songs that affect them as this does me and would like to share their stories?
Here are the Lyrics of the English Release. Please feel free to add your thoughts.
Yesterday When I was Young
Yesterday when I was young
The taste of life was sweet as 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, alas, on weak and shifting sand
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 drinking songs were waiting to be sung
So many wayward 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 stopped to think what life was all about
And every conversation I can now recall
Concerned itself with me, 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
Young, young...