Install Steam
sign in
|
language
简体中文 (Simplified Chinese)
繁體中文 (Traditional Chinese)
日本語 (Japanese)
한국어 (Korean)
ไทย (Thai)
Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
Bahasa Melayu (Malay) BETA
Български (Bulgarian)
Čeština (Czech)
Dansk (Danish)
Deutsch (German)
Español - España (Spanish - Spain)
Español - Latinoamérica (Spanish - Latin America)
Ελληνικά (Greek)
Français (French)
Italiano (Italian)
Magyar (Hungarian)
Nederlands (Dutch)
Norsk (Norwegian)
Polski (Polish)
Português (Portuguese - Portugal)
Português - Brasil (Portuguese - Brazil)
Română (Romanian)
Русский (Russian)
Suomi (Finnish)
Svenska (Swedish)
Türkçe (Turkish)
Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
Українська (Ukrainian)
Report a translation problem

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 traveled 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 charted course
each careful step along the byway
and more, much more than this
i did it my way
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