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  1. Find album reviews, stream songs, credits and award information for Yesterday When I Was Young - Charles Aznavour on AllMusic -
  2. Het allerbeste van Charles Aznavour ~ Release by Charles Aznavour (see all versions of this release, 1 available) Yesterday When I Was Young ( – ) (track 15) 2×CD Length: Additional details Type: Album + Compilation Status: Official.
  3. A complete tracklisting, the lyrics, cover picture and background info about Het Allerbeste Van Charles Aznavour CD 1 by Charles Aznavour. A complete tracklisting, the lyrics, cover picture and background info about Het Allerbeste Van Charles Aznavour CD 1 by Charles Aznavour Yesterday When I Was Young: Une enfant: How sad Venice.
  4. Het Allerbeste van Charles Aznavour Album Charles Aznavour Shahnour Vaghenag Aznavourian (Armenian: Շահնուր Վաղինակ Ազնավուրեան), better known by his stage name Charles Aznavour (French pronunciation: [ʃaʁ.l bervetesidnarolathearabcimasde.xyzinfo'vuʁ]; born 22 May ) OC OQ is a French and Armenian singer, songwriter, actor, public activist and.
  5. Listen online to Charles Aznavour - Yesterday When I Was Young and see which albums it appears on. Scrobble songs and get recommendations on other tracks and artists. Het Allerbeste Van. Charles Aznavour. listeners 1 Jan · 43 tracks Play album Buy. Loading; Greatest Hits. Charles Aznavour. listeners · 20 tracks.
  6. French singer-songwriter Charles Aznavour wrote and recorded this in as "Hier Encore," or "Only Yesterday."Country singer Roy Clark, who had just started his long-running gig as the co-host of Hee Haw, covered the song in and landed in the Top 10 on the country bervetesidnarolathearabcimasde.xyzinfo's spoken-word intro leads into a somber recollection of a wasted youth that led to a lonely adulthood.
  7. 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 The thousand dreams I dreamed, the splendid things I planned I always built, alas, on weak and shifting sand I lived by night and shunned the naked light of day And only now I see how the years ran away Yesterday when I.

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