She — текст песни (Elvis Costello)

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