Текст песни Стинг - The Windmills of your mind
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Оборот, Еще один виток спирали, Еще один поворот колеса, Бесконечно, непрестанно Раскручивающаяся катушка, Снежный ком, несущийся с горы Или воздушный шар на празднике, Карусель, которая кружится День и ночь вокруг Луны, Стрелки часов, которые сметают с лица земли прошлое, Минуту за минутой – Все это наш мир, который вертится, Словно яблоко, подброшенное вверх, Также как вертятся крылья Мельниц твоей души. Туннель, по которому ты идешь, Чтобы прийти в то же место, из которого вышел, Дорога, ведущая вниз, в пещеру, Где никогда не видно солнечного света, Дверь, открыв которую, Попадаешь в полузабытый сон, Рябь на воде От нескольких брошенных камешков, Стрелки часов, которые сметают с лица земли прошлое, Минуту за минутой – Все это наш мир, который вертится, Словно яблоко, подброшенное вверх, Также как вертятся крылья Мельниц твоей души. Ключи, звенящие в твоем кармане, Слова, гремящие в твоих ушах: «Почему так быстро закончилось лето?» - Неужели ты сам произнес их? Влюбленные гуляющие по берегу моря, Чьи следы еще видны на песке. Неужели этот барабанный бой – Всего лишь стук твоих пальцев по столу? Картины, висящие в холле, Обрывки песен, Полузабытые имена и лица – Откуда все это? Когда ты понял, что все кончено, Не заметил ли ты, Что даже осенние листья Напоминают тебе цвет ее волос. Еще один виток спирали, Еще один поворот колеса, Бесконечно, непрестанно Раскручивающаяся катушка, Цепь бесконечно разворачивающихся видений – Все это не более чем обороты крыльев Мельниц 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 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 Смотрите также:Все тексты Стинг >>> |
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Another turn of the helix ,
Another turn of the wheel ,
Endlessly, incessantly
Unwinding reel,
Snowball hurtling from mountain
Or balloon at the festival ,
Carousel that spins
Day and night around the moon ,
Clocks , which sweep the face of the earth past,
Minute by minute -
All this is our world , which revolves ,
Like apple, thrown upwards ,
Revolve as wings
Windmills of your soul .
Tunnel, where you are going,
To arrive at the same place from which came ,
The road leading down to the cave ,
Where never seen sunlight ,
Door, which opened ,
Get in a half-forgotten dream,
Lipper
From several abandoned pebbles
Clocks , which sweep the face of the earth past,
Minute by minute -
All this is our world , which revolves ,
Like apple, thrown upwards ,
Revolve as wings
Windmills of your soul .
Keys jingle in your pocket ,
Words thundering in your ears :
"Why so soon ended in the summer ? " -
Did you yourself said them ?
Lovers walking along the seashore,
Whose traces are still visible on the sand.
Is this drumbeat -
Just knock your fingers on the table ?
Paintings hanging in the lobby,
Snatches of song ,
Half-forgotten names and faces -
Where did all this ?
When did you realize that it's over ,
Not if you've noticed ,
That even autumn leaves
Remind you the color of her hair.
Another turn of the helix ,
Another turn of the wheel ,
Endlessly, incessantly
Unwinding reel,
Chain endlessly unfolding visions -
All this is nothing more than the speed of wings
Windmills of your soul .
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
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
