ENGLISH:
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My way. A peculiar song that was attributed by several singers as his own, after the death of its author, the French Claude Francois. This lyric was very criticized and recognized worldwide by many singers and composers. It was also recorded by many others in different styles and languages. I liked to record it with only one Creole instrument, the bandola played by the professional Antonio López. As almost always this beautiful lyric refers to the love lived with so much passion and in the way they could, but it was so short that the author named the end of love. And all in his own way. My way. I sing it since I was a child and I have recorded it in various styles, as have many people dedicated to singing.
ESPAÑOL:
A mi manera. Una peculiar canción que se la atribuyeron varios cantantes como de su autoría, una vez que falleció su propio autor el francés Claude Francois. Esta letra fue muy criticada y reconocida a nivel mundial por muchos cantantes y compositores. Fue grabada igual por varios y en distintos estilos e idiomas. A mi me gustó grabarla con un solo instrumento criollito, la bandola ejecutada por El profesional Antonio López. Como casi siempre esta hermosa letra se refiere al amor vivido con tanta pasión y a la manera que podian, pero que fue tan corto por lo que el autor nombraba el final del amor. Y todo a su manera. A mi manera. La canto desde pequeño y la he grabado en varios estilos, como lo han hecho cantidades de personas dedicadas al canto.
Lyrics.
The end is near
I will wait for it serenely
You see, I've been like that
I'll tell you sincerely
I lived the immensity
Without ever knowing frontiers
I played without rest
And in my own way
I never lived a love
That, for me, was important
I cut only one flower
And the best of every moment
I traveled and enjoyed
I don't know if more than any other
But all this was
In my own way
Maybe I cried or maybe I laughed
Maybe I won or maybe I lost
Now I know that I was happy
That if I cried, I also loved
I can go on to the end
In my own way
Maybe I hesitated too
When I was having the most fun
Maybe I despised
That which I did not understand
Today I know that I was firm
And that I faced being the way I was
And so I managed to live
But in my own way
Because you'll know that a man at last
You'll know by his living
There's no need to talk, no need to say
No need to remember, no need to pretend
I can go on to the end
In my own way
