Charles Aznavour - She She may be the face I can't forgetA trace of pleasure or regretMay be my treasure or the priceI have to payShe may be the song that summer singsMay be the chill that autumn bringsMay be a hundred tearful thingsWithin the measure of the day.She may be the beauty or the beastMay be the famine or the feastMay turn each day into heavenOr a hellShe may be the mirror of my dreamsA smile reflected in a streamShe may not be what she may seemInside a shellShe who always seems so happy in a crowdWhose eyes can be so private and so proudNo one's allowed to see them when they cryShe may be the love that can and hope to lastMay come to me from shadows of the pastThat I remember till the day I dieShe may be the reason I surviveThe why and where for I'm aliveThe one I'll care for through the roughAnd rainy yearsMe I'll take her laughter and her tearsAnd make them all my souvenirsFor where she goes I got to beThe meaning of my life isSheSheThe meaning of my life isShe