She — текст песни (Charles Aznavour)

She maybe the face I can`t forget
A trace of pleasure or regret
Maybe my treasure or the price
I have to pay

She maybe the song that summer sings
Maybe the chill that autumn brings
Maybe a hundred different things
Within a measure of a day

.She maybe the mirror of my dream
Maybe the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven
Or a hell

She meaybe the mirror of my dream
A smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell

She who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No-one`s allowed to see them
When they cry
She maybe the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
That I remember till
The day I die

She maybe the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I`m alive
The one I`ll care for through the
Rough and rainy years

Me I`ll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I`ve got to be
The meaning of my life is she she mm