Текст песни Charles Aznavour - She
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She maybe the face I can`t forgetA trace of pleasure or regretMaybe my treasure or the priceI have to payShe maybe the song that summer singsMaybe the chill that autumn bringsMaybe a hundred different thingsWithin a measure of a day.She maybe the mirror of my dreamMaybe the famine or the feastMay turn each day into a heavenOr a hellShe meaybe the mirror of my dreamA smile reflected in a streamShe may not be what she may seemInside her shellShe who always seems so happy in a crowdWhose eyes can be so private and so proudNo-one`s allowed to see themWhen they cryShe maybe the love that cannot hope to lastMay come to me from shadows of the pastThat I remember tillThe day I dieShe maybe the reason I surviveThe why and wherefore I`m aliveThe one I`ll care for through theRough and rainy yearsMe I`ll take her laughter and her tearsAnd make them all my souvenirsFor where she goes I`ve got to beThe meaning of my life is she she mm