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That year
I sang for the first time
The audience didn't know me
What a year that year

That year
Rock'n'roll had just spread its wings
And in my corner I sang beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
And the audience loved it
Already the Beatles were four boys in the wind
And my song said walk straight ahead

That year
What joy to be the idol of the young
For fans who broke the seats
The more I think about it, the less I forget
I discovered my first, my last love
The only, the great, the unique, and forever the audience

That year
In the sky passed a music
A bird called Sputnik
Oh what a year that year
That's when we said goodbye to Marilyn with a heart of gold
While West Side Story broke all records

That year
The guitars were overpowering the violins
We thought a revolution was coming
That year
It was yesterday, but today nothing has changed
It's the same job that starts again tonight

It was the year sixty-two
It was the year sixty-two
It was the year sixty-two
It was the year sixty-two