7 yıldır hakkında hiç birşey yazılmaması çok ilginç olan bir sanat eseridir. Frank sinatra'nin zeytintağı gibi sesi ve muhteşem enstrümental...
ben bu şarkıda mevsimin yaz olduğunu, deniz kıyısındaki evimin balkonunda güzel bir kahvaltıdan sonra çarşaf gibi denizi izler ve gülümserken hayal ederim kendimi.
ama kar yağan bir yılbaşı arifesi de güzel gidebilir.
When I was seventeen, it was a very good year.
It was a very good year for small town girls and soft summer nights.
Wed hide from the light on the village green when I was seventeen.
When I was twenty-one, it was a very good year.
It was a very good year for city
Girls who lived up the stairs
With perfume hair that came undone
When I was twenty-one.
When I was thirty-five, it was a very good year.
It was a very good year for blue-blooded
Girls of independent means.
Wed ride in limousines. their chauffeurs
Would drive when I was thirty-five.
But now the days are short, I' m in the
Autumn of the year
And now I think of my life as vintage
Wine from fine old kegs
From the brim to the dregs. it poured
Sweet and clear. it was a very good year.
