Текст песни Michel Legrand Vocal by Noel Harrison - The Windmills of Your Mind
- Исполнитель: Michel Legrand Vocal by Noel Harrison
- Название песни: The Windmills of Your Mind
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--- Крыльев кружева мельниц твоего ума ---Круг, как оборот спирали, в колесе как колесо,
Без конца и без начала, вихря вечное кольцо,
Как снежок с вершины горной или шарик надувной
Словно карусель, что кружит бесконечный вальс с луной,
Как с лица часов минуты стрелки сводят по пути,
И мир яблоком болтаясь молча в космосе летит,
Словно крыльев кружева мельниц твоего ума
Как тунель тебя приводит лишь в тунель сам по себе,
Вниз в пещеру, где исчезнут лучи солнца в темноте,
Словно дверь стоит вращаясь в полу-позабытом сне,
Или волн круги от камня пустил кто-то по воде,
Как с лица часов минуты стрелки сводят по пути,
И мир яблоком болтаясь молча в космосе летит,
Словно крыльев кружева мельниц твоего ума
Звон ключей в твоем кармане, в голове звучанье слов;
Что ж так быстро скрылось лето? Что я был сказать готов?
След вдоль берега влюбленных - отпечатки на песке;
Дальний рокот барабанов - дробь от пальцев на руке?
Ряд рисунков в коридоре и из песни кучи строк,
Лиц, имен почти не вспомнить, да и есть ли в этом прок?
В миг, когда все завершилось, как в тебе отозвалось
То, что осень красит листья в яркий цвет её волос?
Словно оборот спирали, в колесе как колесо,
Без конца и без начала, вихря вечное кольцо,
Как картинок кутерьма, словно крыльев кружева
Мельниц твоего ума.
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round like a circle in a spiral
like a wheel within a wheel
neverending or beginning on an ever spinning reel
like a snowball down a mountain
or a carnival blue like a carousel thats turning
and the rings around the moon
or the clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its 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 its own
down a hollow to a cavern where the sun is never shown
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 of its 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 she said
lovers walk along the shore leaving footprints in the sand
was the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand
pictures hanging in a hallway and the fragment of a song
ive remembered names and faces but to whom do they belong
and you knew that it was over were you suddenly aware
but the autumn leaves were turning to the color of your hair
like a circle in a spiral
like a wheel within a wheel
neverending or beginning on an ever spinning reel
as the images unwind
like the circles that you find
in the windmills of your mind
Перевод песни
--- The wings of the lace of the windmills of your mind ---A circle is like a spiral turn, in a wheel like a wheel,
Without end and without beginning, a vortex, an eternal ring,
Like a snowball from a mountain top or an inflatable ball
Like a carousel spinning an endless waltz with the moon
As from the face of the hour, the minutes turn the hands along the way,
And the world flies like an apple in silence in space,
Like the wings of the lace of the windmills of your mind
As a tunnel only leads you to a tunnel by itself,
Down into a cave where the sun's rays disappear in the dark
Like a door revolving in a half-forgotten dream
Or waves circles from the stone were sent by someone on the water,
As from the face of the hour, the minutes turn the hands along the way,
And the world flies like an apple in silence in space,
Like the wings of the lace of the windmills of your mind
The jingle of keys in your pocket, the sound of words in your head;
Why did summer disappear so quickly? What was I ready to say?
A trail along the shore of lovers - prints in the sand;
The distant rumble of the drums - a roll from your fingers?
A row of pictures in the hallway and from a song of a bunch of lines,
Faces, names are almost impossible to remember, and is there any use in that?
The moment it was over, how did you feel
That autumn dyes the leaves the bright color of her hair?
Like a spiral turn, in a wheel like a wheel
Without end and without beginning, a vortex, an eternal ring,
Like pictures of commotion, like wings of lace
Mills of your mind.
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round like a circle in a spiral
like a wheel within a wheel
neverending or beginning on an ever spinning reel
like a snowball down a mountain
or a carnival blue like a carousel thats turning
and the rings around the moon
or the clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its 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 its own
down a hollow to a cavern where the sun is never shown
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 of its 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 she said
lovers walk along the shore leaving footprints in the sand
was the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand
pictures hanging in a hallway and the fragment of a song
ive remembered names and faces but to whom do they belong
and you knew that it was over were you suddenly aware
but the autumn leaves were turning to the color of your hair
like a circle in a spiral
like a wheel within a wheel
neverending or beginning on an ever spinning reel
as the images unwind
like the circles that you find
in the windmills of your mind