segunda-feira, 31 de janeiro de 2011


Elvis Costello (1954 - …), nasceu em Londres e canta para o mundo! Não é um crooner mas, nesta interpretação, faz as vezes.

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 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 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 wherefore I'm alive,
The one I'll care for through the rough and ready 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

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