My way...

La época en que esta canción entró en mi vida

la tengo presente: nos la enseñó el Teacher en la clase

de inglés de tercer año de bachillerato...

Era un chileno flaco y aaalto, un poco estrávico...

con una voz que -lo juro- no tenía nada que

enviadiarle a la de Sinatra...

Ale: va por ti...

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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 fullI traveled each and ev'ry highway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way...

Regrets, I've had a fewBut then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to doand 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...
Yes, it was my way...