Of all the songs i've ever listened to , in all three languages , 3 songs keep coming to my head . One for certain mood that makes them , for me , perfect Art . Art that reflect life in a certain beauty of phrasing . Art that makes these songs come to my head first thing when i'm in their mood , Art that makes them my favourite , 10 years go and 100 years to come .
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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,But 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.
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To think I did all that;And may I say - not in a shy way,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!
I did what I had to do And saw it through without exemption.
I planned each charted course;Each careful step along the byway,But 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.
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To think I did all that;And may I say - not in a shy way,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!
على طول الحياة .نقابل ناس ، و نعرف ناس ، و نرتاح لناس عن ناس
و بيدور الزمان بينا ، يغير لون ليالينا
و بنتوه وسط الزحام والناس
ويمكن ننسى كل الناس
ولا ننسى حبايبنا ، أعز الناس حبايبنا ،
أعز الناس....... حبايبنا.
Le jardin du Luxembourg
Ça fait longtemps que je n'y étais pas venu
Il y a des enfants qui courent et des feuilles qui tombent
Il y a des étudiants qui rêvent qu'ils ont fini leurs études
Et des professeurs qui rêvent qu'ils les commencent
Il y a des amoureux qui remontent discrètement
Le tapis roux que l'automne a deroulé devant eux
Et puis il y a moi, je suis seul, j'ai un peu froid
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Là où cet enfant passe, je suis passé
Il suit un peu la trace que j'ai laissée
Mes bateaux jouent encore sur le bassin
Si les années sont mortes
Les souvenirs se portent bien
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Je voulais réussir dans ma vie
Et j'ai tout réussi, sauf ma vie
J'avais en moi un grain de folie
Qui n'a pas poussé, qui n'a pas pris
Dis-moi, c'que j'ai fait de ma vie
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