Tous les Visages de l’Amour

Charles Aznavour ©

Original English Lyrics:

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 chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day

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 of the past
That I’ll remember till the day I die

She may be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I’m alive
The one I’ll care for through the rough and ready 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

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