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Your Own Sweet Way, My Way

Your Own Sweet Way
The Notting Hillbillies

There is nothing I can do
Nothing I can say
You'll do what you want to
You'll go your own sweet way
You'll go your own sweet
Your own sweet way
You'll go your own sweet
Your own sweet way
Now I can talk to you serious
I can talk to you nice
But when it comes to love
You won't take good advice
You'll go your own sweet
Your own sweet way
You'll go your own sweet
Your own sweet way
It doesn't matter what I say
What I do or what I think
You can lead a horse to water
You can't make him drink
You'll go your own sweet
Your own sweet way
You'll go your own sweet
Your own sweet way

Me gusta la canción "My Way", cantada por Frank Sinatra, y ésta: "Your Own Sweet Way". Ambas hablan de hacer las cosas a nuestra manera. Sinatra habla en primera persona, repasando su vida y contento de haber respetado su manera de enfocarla. Y me gusta el tono que usa Mark Knopfler, que obviamente habla de otra persona, aceptando suavemente que ese alguien no siga sus indicaciones o consejos (you can lead a horse to water, you can't make him drink = puedes llevar a un caballo al agua, pero no puedes obligarlo a beber).

My Way
Paul Anka & Frank Sinatra

And now, the end is near, and so I face, the final curtain.
My friend, I'll say it clear, I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.
I've lived, a life that's full, I've traveled each and every highway.
And more, much more than this, I did it my way.

Regrets, I've 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,
and more, much more than this, I did it my way.

Yes, there were times, I'm 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.

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".

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 my way.