（年老的辛纳屈拉唱起歌总是娓娓道来，像讲故事一样，似乎总是错一两个拍子，但不用担心他赶不上鼓点。
这种歌没有一定年纪和阅历是唱不出来的。适合年轻人的浪漫情歌虽然好听，而是老男人歌如同醇酒，别有一番香醇滋味。
就连有点劈音的音色，都像是青铜上的绿色铜锈，少了反而没有味道。）
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 travelled 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 chartered course
Each careful step along the by-way
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
Yes, it was my way