Alan & Marilyn Bergman, Michel Legrand - The Windmills of Your Mind | Текст песни

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Words by Noel Harrison

          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 its face.
And the world is like an apple
  Rounding 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 has never shone,
          Like a door that keeps revolving
            In a half-forgotten dream,
          Or the ripples from a pebble
            Someone tosses in a stream,
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
  Past the minutes on its face.
And the world is like an apple
  Rounding 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 you said?
          Lovers walk along a shore and
            Leave their footprints in the sand.
          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
            You were suddenly aware
          That the autumn leaves were turning
            To the color of her hair?

A circle in a spiral,
  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.