Фрэнк Синатра - My way

And now, the end is near, And so I face the final curtain. My friends, I’ll say it clear I’ll state my case of which I’m certain. I’ve lived a life that’s full - I’ve 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 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. But 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.