Lyrics Elvis Costello - She may be the face I can't forget
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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
She may be the song the summer sings
May be the chill the autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day
She 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
She who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so crowded 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
But 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 in many 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
She
= = = = =
Она может стать незабываемой,
Незабываемым удовольствием или сожалением,
Может стать сокровищем или ценой, которую я плачу,
Она может стать летней песней,
Или холодным осенним ветром,
У нее может быть сотни обличий,
В течении одного дня.
Она может быть красавицей или чудовищем,
Может стать голодом или пиром,
Может превратить любой день в Ад или Рай,
Она может быть зеркалом моей мечты,
Или смутной улыбки в воде,
Она, может, совсем не такая, какой кажется
Внутри своей раковины
Она из тех, кто выглядит счастливой в толпе,
Ее глаза могут быть скромны,а могут быть полны величия,
Ее слез никому не позволено видеть,
Она может быть безнадежной любовью,
Появляться и исчезать среди теней прошлого
Но я буду помнить ее пока живу.
Она, быть может причина, из-за которой я живу,
Она - все "зачем?" и "почему?",
Она - единственное, что меня интересует сейчас.
Я, я возьму ее смех и слезы
И сделаю своими сувенирами,
Мне нужно быть там, где она,
Ведь смысл моей жизни
Она,
Она...
The trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She may be the song the summer sings
May be the chill the autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day
She 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
She who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so crowded 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
But 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 in many 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
She
= = = = =
Она может стать незабываемой,
Незабываемым удовольствием или сожалением,
Может стать сокровищем или ценой, которую я плачу,
Она может стать летней песней,
Или холодным осенним ветром,
У нее может быть сотни обличий,
В течении одного дня.
Она может быть красавицей или чудовищем,
Может стать голодом или пиром,
Может превратить любой день в Ад или Рай,
Она может быть зеркалом моей мечты,
Или смутной улыбки в воде,
Она, может, совсем не такая, какой кажется
Внутри своей раковины
Она из тех, кто выглядит счастливой в толпе,
Ее глаза могут быть скромны,а могут быть полны величия,
Ее слез никому не позволено видеть,
Она может быть безнадежной любовью,
Появляться и исчезать среди теней прошлого
Но я буду помнить ее пока живу.
Она, быть может причина, из-за которой я живу,
Она - все "зачем?" и "почему?",
Она - единственное, что меня интересует сейчас.
Я, я возьму ее смех и слезы
И сделаю своими сувенирами,
Мне нужно быть там, где она,
Ведь смысл моей жизни
Она,
Она...
She may be the face
The trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price
She may be the song
May be the chill the autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Measure the day
She may be the beauty
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven
She may be the mirror of my dreams
The smile is reflected in a stream
She may not be
She who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so
They cry
She may be love
May come to me from shadows of the past
I die
She may be the reason i survive
The why and wherefore i'm alive
Many years
Me, I'll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes
The meaning of my life
She
She
= = = = =
It can be unforgettable
Unforgettable pleasure or regret
May become a treasure or a price I pay,
She can be a summer song
Or the cold autumn wind,
She may have hundreds of guises,
In one day.
She can be a beauty or a monster,
May become hunger or feast
May turn any day into Hell or Heaven
She can be the mirror of my dream,
Or a vague smile in the water,
She may not be at all what it seems.
Inside your shell
She is one of those who look happy in the crowd,
Her eyes can be modest, but can be full of grandeur,
Her tears are not allowed to anyone
She may be a hopeless love,
Appear and disappear among the shadows of the past
But I will remember it while I live.
She may be the reason I live,
She is all "why?" and why?",
She is the only thing that interests me now.
I, I will take her laughter and tears
And I will make my own souvenirs,
I need to be where she is,
After all, the meaning of my life
She is,
She is...
The trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price
She may be the song
May be the chill the autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Measure the day
She may be the beauty
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven
She may be the mirror of my dreams
The smile is reflected in a stream
She may not be
She who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so
They cry
She may be love
May come to me from shadows of the past
I die
She may be the reason i survive
The why and wherefore i'm alive
Many years
Me, I'll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes
The meaning of my life
She
She
= = = = =
It can be unforgettable
Unforgettable pleasure or regret
May become a treasure or a price I pay,
She can be a summer song
Or the cold autumn wind,
She may have hundreds of guises,
In one day.
She can be a beauty or a monster,
May become hunger or feast
May turn any day into Hell or Heaven
She can be the mirror of my dream,
Or a vague smile in the water,
She may not be at all what it seems.
Inside your shell
She is one of those who look happy in the crowd,
Her eyes can be modest, but can be full of grandeur,
Her tears are not allowed to anyone
She may be a hopeless love,
Appear and disappear among the shadows of the past
But I will remember it while I live.
She may be the reason I live,
She is all "why?" and why?",
She is the only thing that interests me now.
I, I will take her laughter and tears
And I will make my own souvenirs,
I need to be where she is,
After all, the meaning of my life
She is,
She is...