She
She may be
the face I can't forget
The trace
of pleasure or regret
May be my
treasure or the price I have to pay
She may be
the song that summer sings
Maybe the
chill that autumn brings
Maybe a
hundred different things
Within the
measure of a 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 dreams
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 cannot hope to last
May come to
me from shadows in 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 in many years
Me, I'll
take her laughter her tears
And make
them all my souvenirs
And where
she goes I've got to be
The meaning
of my life is
She, she
Oh, she
Compositores: Charles Aznavour / Herbert Kretzmer
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