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Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending nor 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 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 you can 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 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
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
Were you suddenly aware
That the Autumn leaves were turning
To the colour of her hair
A circle in a spiral
A wheel within a wheel
Never ending nor beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Comme une pierre que l´on jette
Dans l´eau vive d´un ruisseau
Et qui laisse derrière elle
Des milliers de ronds dans l´eau
Comme un manège de lune
Avec ses chevaux d´étoiles
Comme un anneau de Saturne
Un ballon de carnaval
Comme le chemin de ronde
Que font sans cesse les heures
Le voyage autour du monde
D´un tournesol dans sa fleur
Tu fais tourner de ton nom
Tous les moulins de mon cœur
Comme un écheveau de laine
Entre les mains d´un enfant
Ou les mots d´une rengaine
Pris dans les harpes du vent
Comme un tourbillon de neige
Comme un vol de goélands
Sur des forêts de Norvège
Sur des moutons d´océan
Comme le chemin de ronde
Que font sans cesse les heures
Le voyage autour du monde
D´un tournesol dans sa fleur
Tu fais tourner de ton nom
Tous les moulins de mon cœur
Ce jour-là près de la source
Dieu sait ce que tu m´as dit
Mais l´été finit sa course
L´oiseau tomba de son nid
Et voila que sur le sable
Nos pas s´effacent déjà
Et je suis seul à la table
Qui résonne sous mes doigts
Comme un tambourin qui pleure
Sous les gouttes de la pluie
Comme les chansons qui meurent
Aussitôt qu´on les oublie
Et les feuilles de l´automne
Rencontre des ciels moins bleus
Et ton absence leur donne
La couleur de tes cheveux
Une pierre que l´on jette
Dans l´eau vive d´un ruisseau
Et qui laisse derrière elle
Des milliers de ronds dans l´eau
Au vent des quatre saisons
Tu fais tourner de ton nom
Tous les moulins de mon cœur
Like a stone that we throw
In the water of a stream
And who leaves behind
Thousands of circles in the water
Like a moon carousel
With his horses of stars
Like a ring of Saturn
A carnival balloon
Like the walkway
What are the hours
The trip around the world
A sunflower in its flower
You spin your name
All the mills of my heart
Like a skein of wool
In the hands of a child
Or the words of a refrain
Caught in the harps of the wind
Like a swirl of snow
Like a flight of gulls
On forests of Norway
On the ocean sheep
Like the walkway
What are the hours
The trip around the world
A sunflower in its flower
You spin your name
All the mills of my heart
That day near the source
God knows what you told me
But summer ends its race
The bird fell from his nest
And that’s only on the sand
Our steps are already fading
And I’m alone at the table
Who sounds under my fingers
Like a crying tambourine
Under the rain drops
Like the songs that die
As soon as we forget them
And the leaves of autumn
Meet less blue skies
And your absence gives them
The color of your hair
A stone that we throw
In the water of a stream
And who leaves behind
Thousands of circles in the water
In the wind of the four seasons
You spin your name
All the mills of my heart
