Hier Encore

July 13th, 2007

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 the day,
and only now I see how the years ran away.

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.

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.

[Charles Aznavour]