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 tearful 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 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 a 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 and 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, she
Она может стать моим самым незабываемым
воспоминанием,
Сладким или горьким,
Может стать моим сокровищем или ценой,
которую мне придется заплатить
Она ласковая, как летнее солнышко
Или холодная, как осенний ветер,
Она меняется сто раз на дню
Она может быть красавицей или чудовищем,
Праздником на всю жизнь или призрачным
счастьем,
Может превратить любой день в ад или рай,
Она, может быть, отражение моей мечты,
Или смутной улыбки в воде,
Она, может, совсем не такая, какой
кажется внутри своей раковины
Она любит только то, что хорошо знает,
Ее глаза могут сверкать, как звезды,
и вдруг стать чернее ночи,
Ее слез никому не позволено видеть,
Она может быть безнадежной любовью,
Появляться и исчезать среди
теней прошлого
Но я буду помнить ее до своего
последнего дня
В ней, может быть, скрыта причина,
по которой я все еще живу,
Она - ответ на все "зачем?" и
"почему?" и откровенная ложь,
Она - единственное, что меня
интересует в трудные времена,
Я, ее смех и слезы
Станут моими сувенирами,
Потому что мне нужно быть там,
где она,
В ней смысл моей жизни
Она…
Она. She
May be the face I can not 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 tearful 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 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 a 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 and 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, she
It may be my most memorable
memory,
Sweet or bitter,
May be my treasure or the price,
which I have to pay
She is affectionate, as the summer sun
Or cold as the autumn wind,
It changes a hundred times a day
It can be a beauty or beast,
Holiday of a lifetime or a ghostly
happiness
Can turn any day into hell or heaven,
It may be a reflection of my dreams,
Or a vague smile in water,
It may, it is not such a
I think inside their shells
She loves only what is well aware,
Her eyes can sparkle like stars,
and suddenly become a black night,
Her tears no one is allowed to see
It may be a hopeless love,
Appears and disappears among
Shadows of the past
But I will remember it to his
the last day
It may be hidden reason
on which I still live,
It is - the answer to all & quot; Why? & Quot; and
& quot; why? & quot; and outright lies,
She - the only thing that I
interested in hard times,
I, her laughter and tears
Will my souvenirs
Because I need to be there,
Where's she,
It make sense of my life
It…
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