(Charles Aznavour / Herbert Kretzmer). . Spoken: Somehow, it seems the love I knew was always the most destructive kind. . Yesterday when I was young.
Yesterday when I was young,. The taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue,. I teased at life as if it were a foolish game,. The way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame;.
Yesterday when I was young. The taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue. I teased at life as if it were a foolish game. The way the evening breeze may tease the candle flame.