SHE - CHARLES AZNAVOUR

SHE

SHE, MAY BE THE FACE I CAN´T FORGET,
A TRACE OF PLEASURE OR REGRET,
MAY BE MY TREASURE, OR THE PRICE, I HAVE TO PAY...
SHE, MAY BE THE SONG THAT SUMMER SINGS,
MAY BE THE CHILD THAT AUTUMN BRINGS,
MAY BE A HUNDRED DEARFUL THINGS,
WITHIN THE MEASURE OF THE DAY...

SHE, MAY BE THE BEAUTY OR THE BEAST,
MAY BE THE FAMINE OR THE FEAST,
MAY TURN EACH DAY INTO A HEAVEN, OR A HELL,
SHE, MAY BE 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 MAY BE THE LOVE
THAT CAN I HOPE TO LAST,
MAY COME TO ME FROM SHADOWS
OF THE PAST,
THAT I REMEMBER TILL THE
DAY I DIE...

SHE, MAY BE THE REASON I SURVIVE,
THE WHY AND WHERE FOR 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 GOT TO BE,
THE MEANING OF MY LIFE, IS : SHE,
SHE ..............................................................

CHARLES AZNAVOUR ( SHE ).