r.e.s.p.e.c.t.

ο μύθος θέλει έναν υπέρβαρο elvis κλαίγοντας να τραγουδάει για τελευταία φορά σε συναυλία το τραγούδι my way, δύο μήνες πριν το θάνατό του το 1977. πρόκειται για την καλύτερη (ανάμεσα σε περίπου 400!) κατά τη γνώμη μου εκτέλεση του θρυλικού τραγουδιού που έγραψαν το 1967 οι claude francois, jacques revaux και gilles thibault. τους αγγλικούς στίχους έγραψε ο paul anka και τη μεγαλύτερη επιτυχία έκανε το 1969 με το frank sinatra. η εκτέλεση του elvis βέβαια είναι κάτι παραπάνω από μια απλή ερμηνεία, σήμανε το τέλος μιας ολόκληρης εποχής. κάπως έτσι πρέπει να ήταν. respect.

And now, the end is near;
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, Ill say it clear,
Ill state my case, of which Im certain.

Ive lived a life thats full.
Ive traveled each and evry highway;
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Regrets, Ive 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, Im 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.

Ive loved, Ive laughed and cried.
Ive 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,
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!