Текст песни Мишель Легран - Ветряные мельницы твоей души

Round,
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's turning
Running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on it's face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

Like a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of it's own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half-forgotten dream
Like the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on it's face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly?
Was it something that I said?
Lovers walk along a shore
And leave their footprints in the sand
It was the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging in a hallway
Or the fragment of a song
Half-remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong?
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the colour of her hair?

Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

Turnover,
Another turn of the helix,
Another turn of the wheel,
Endlessly, ceaselessly
Spins the reel,
Snowball, rushing from the mountain
Or a balloon at the festival,
Carousel, which is spinning
Day and night, around the moon,
The hands that sweep down from the face of the earth past
Minute by minute -
All of this is our world, which revolves,
Like an apple thrown up,
As revolve wings
Mills of your soul.

The tunnel through which you go,
To arrive at the same place from which came,
The road leading down into the cave,
Where never seen sunlight,
The door, which opened,
Fall into a half-forgotten dream,
Cat's-paw
From a few thrown stones,
The hands that sweep down from the face of the earth past
Minute by minute -
All of this is our world, which revolves,
Like an apple thrown up,
As revolve wings
Mills of your soul.

The keys jingle in your pocket,
Words roaring in your ears:
"Why so fast it was over the summer?" -
Did you yourself said them?
Loving couple walking along the seashore,
Whose traces are still visible in the sand.
Is this drumbeat -
Just the sound of your fingers on the table?
The paintings hanging in the lobby,
Scraps songs
Half-forgotten names and faces -
Where did all this?
When did you realize that it's over,
I did not notice whether you
That even autumn leaves
I remind you the color of her hair.

Another turn of the helix,
Another turn of the wheel,
Endlessly, ceaselessly
Spins the reel,
Circuit endlessly unfolding visions -
All this is nothing more than a turnover wings
Mills of your soul