Ο Δεκέμβρης του 1903

Κι αν για τον έρωτά μου δεν μπορώ να πω —
αν δεν μιλώ για τα μαλλιά σου, για τα χείλη, για τα μάτια·
όμως το πρόσωπό σου που κρατώ μες στην ψυχή μου,
ο ήχος της φωνής σου που κρατώ μες στο μυαλό μου,
οι μέρες του Σεπτέμβρη που ανατέλλουν στα όνειρά μου,
τες λέξεις και τες φράσεις μου πλάττουν και χρωματίζουν

let the memory live again

Σου χαμογελω και σε κοιτω στα ματια

Είναι κάποιες αγκαλιές που δεν μπορεί κανείς να τις αντικαταστήσει...

κι εγώ θα είμαι εκεί, εκεί θα βρίσκομαι πάντα, εκεί θα σε περιμένω... ακόμα και ως την άλλη ζωή θα σε περιμένω, αγγίζοντας σε ...

... yes! it was his way!


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 live that's full
I travelled each and every highway
And 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 chartered 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

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