Windmills of
Your Mind
История одной песни
'Windmills of
Your Mind' - Песня из кинофильма
'The
Thomas Crown Affair'(1999) è imdb èофициальный сайт фильма
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отношение к одному и тому же материалу.
Легран писал песни, которые хороши и 30 лет спустя
- А? Каково... Ведь песни же, не симфонии, а однако же┘
Round like circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever - spinning reel
Like snowball down mountain
Or carnival balloon
Like carousel that's burning
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 a circle that you find
In the Windmills of your mind
Like tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of its own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like door that keeps revolving
In a half-forgotten dream
Are the ripples from the pebble
Someone tosses in a stream
Keys that jingle in your pocket
World that jangle in your head
Why does summer go so quickly
Was it something what you said
Livers walk along the shore
And view their footprint in the sand
There's the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand
Pictures hanging in your hallway
And the fragments of this song
Half-remembered names and faces
But to whom does they belong
When you knew that it was over
Where suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair. (как мне каэтся, вот ради этой фразы, вплетенной в предыдущий ряд кружений
и завихрений, и стоит полюбить эту песню и ту взрослую мужскую мудрость по
отношению к женщине и жизни. Только секундочку, не вздумайте оторвать эту фразу
от предыдущего ряда - иначе получится жуткая банальность)
Like circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever - spinning reel
As the images unwind
Like a circle that you find
In the Windmills of your mind
Pictures hanging in your hallway
And the fragments of this song
Half-remembered names and faces
But to whom does they belong
When you knew that it was over
Where suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair.
Like circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever - spinning reel
As the images unwind
Like a circle that you find
In the Windmills of your mind
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