Yester Dm day, when I was G young,
the taste of life was C sweet, as rain upon my F tongue,
I teased at life, as Dm if it were a foolish E game,
the way the evening Am breeze may E+ tease a candle Am flame.
The thousand dreams I Dm dreamed, the splendid things I G planned,
I always built, C alas, on weak and shifting F sand,
I lived by night, and Dm shunned the naked light of E day,
and only now, I Am see, how the E+ years ran A away.
Yester Dm day, when I was G young,
so many happy C songs were waiting to be F sung,
so many wayward Dm pleasures lay in store for E me,
and so much pain, my Am dazzled eyes E+ refused to A see.
I ran so fast that Dm time, and youth at last ran G out,
I never stopped to C think, what life, was all F about,
and every conver Dm sation, I can now re E call,
concerned itself with Am me, and E+ nothing else at A all.
Yester Dm day, the moon was G blue,
and every crazy C day, brought something new to F do,
I used my magic Dm age, as if it were a E wand,
and never saw the Am waste, and E+ emptiness be A yond.
The game of love I Dm played, with arrogance and G pride,
And every flame I C lit, too quickly, quickly F died,
the friends I made, all Dm seemed, somehow, to drift E away,
and only I am Am left, on E+ stage, to end the A play.
There are so many Dm songs in me, that won't be G sung,
I feel the bitter C taste, of tears upon my F tongue,
the time has come for Dm me to pay for yester E day..
when I was Am young. Dm Am
A nineties smash from Kraziekhat.
Julio Iglesias
