My Way

And now, the final painting
Plane trees stirring in the wind
My friend, I call on you
The pages of my life are an open book
My face, now is fine
Arid deserts I have crossed
But I did it my way, I always strode ahead!


And there were times, my friends
I overdid to the extreme
When I said I will not suffer!
I said it loud
But even then, I did it my way, I always strode ahead!


From time to time, me and I
Aimless, the wind carried me
I dreamt my dreams
On foundations without protection
Loyalty and art
Everywhere I sought
But I did it my way, I always strode ahead!

 

I just loved to live
I was happy and I was sad
Now, when I am full
It is clear that I was fortunate
I came a long way
I fell and then rose
Indeed, I did it my way, I always strode ahead!
Yes, I did it my way, I always strode ahead!


   

Words by Samuel Ziskind

(Paraphrase of the song by Frank Sinatra and Arik Lavi, written by Paul Anka)
     
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