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23 April 2012

Charles Aznavour, 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
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

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
The smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell

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
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

May be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I’m alive
The one I’ll care for through the rough in ready years
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, oh she

Citiţi şi

Fântâna Stravinsky

Am fost un an om al străzii în Franța

Imagini inedite din Parisul de acum 100 de ani

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  1. Array | Catchy / 18 September 2016 7:51

    […] pe Radio România în anii 1980, am auzit-o pe Stela Popescu povestind că l-a văzut pe Aznavour într-un concert la Olympia. „Ştiţi ce înalt şi ce frumos mi s-a părut?”, a exclamat […]

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