Charles Aznavour - Щи | Текст песни

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• Charles Aznavour
• Щи

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