She 20 February, 2007
Posted by nousha in Lyrics.trackback
I love Charles Aznavour. I talked about his songs (Que C’est triste Venice and Hier Encore), this time I will share with you one of my favorites.
Remember Notting Hill ? Where Julia Roberts was the star and Hugh Grant was the bookseller and they fell in love. If yes, then u’ll definitely remember the last scene ending with this song. She.
Charles Aznavour always makes versions of the same song with many languages. This one he sang it in French, English, Spanish and Italian!
In one way or another, I feel like he is talking about Eve in general 
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 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 heaven or a hell.
She may be the mirror of my dream
A 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 private 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
That I’ll 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’ve got to be
The meaning of my life is she.
She! She.
And in French
Toi, par tes mille et un attraitsJe ne sais jamais qui tu es
Tu changes si souvent de visage et d’aspect
Toi quelque soit ton âge et ton nom
Tu es un ange ou le démon
Quand pour moi tu prends tour à tour
Tous les visages de l’amour
Toi, si Dieu ne t’avait modelé
Il m’aurait fallu te créer
Pour donner à ma vie sa raison d’exister
Toi qui est ma joie et mon tourment
Tantôt femme et tantôt enfant
Tu offres à mon cœur chaque jour
Tous les visages de l’amour
Moi, je suis le feu qui grandit ou qui meure
Je suis le vent qui rugit ou qui pleure
Je suis la force ou la faiblesse
Moi, je pourrais défier le ciel et l’enfer
Je pourrais dompter la terre et la mer
Et réinventer la jeunesse
Toi, viens fais moi ce que tu veux
Un homme heureux ou malheureux
Un mot de toi je suis poussière ou je suis Dieu
Toi, sois mon espoir, sois mon destin
J’ai si peur de mes lendemains
Montre à mon âme sans secours
Tous les visages de l’amour
Toi! tous les visages de l’amour
that’s one of fav songs ever…the music…the lyrics every thing is just perfect….pretty classic too which makes me like it even more
but never heard it b4 in french…that should be so romantic
It is really nice ya Emy, Aznavour has an amazing tone in french !
I just love the songs you come back with. This has got to be one of the best songs of all time