A mi manera

Tengo que sacar 'My way' de Sinatra de mi iPod. Lloro cada vez que la escucho, y esta mañana fue en el Metro. Mal. Mal. Mal.

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".

Cada vez que me imagino muerto - que es a menudo - escucho de fondo 'My way'.

Tengo que aprendérmela entera. Para cantarla a capella cuando the end esté near, and so I face, the final curtain.

¿Qué tal sonará mi voz con la reverberación del pulmón de acero?

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 it myyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy way.

Espero que bien.