Текст песни Michel Jean Legrand - The Windmills of Your Mind
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Round, Оборот, Like a circle in a spiral Еще один виток спирали, Like a wheel within a wheel Еще один поворот колеса, Never ending or beginning Бесконечно, непрестанно On an ever-spinning reel Раскручивающаяся катушка, Like a snowball down a mountain Снежный ком, несущийся с горы Or a carnival balloon Или воздушный шар на празднике, Like a carousel that's turning Карусель, которая кружится Running rings around the moon День и ночь вокруг Луны, Like a clock whose hands are sweeping Стрелки часов, которые сметают с лица земли прошлое, Past the minutes on it's face Минуту за минутой – And the world is like an apple Все это наш мир, который вертится, Whirling silently in space Словно яблоко, подброшенное вверх, Like the circles that you find Также как вертятся крылья In the windmills of your mind Мельниц твоей души. Like a tunnel that you follow Туннель, по которому ты идешь, To a tunnel of it's own Чтобы прийти в то же место, из которого вышел, Down a hollow to a cavern Дорога, ведущая вниз, в пещеру, Where the sun has never shone Где никогда не видно солнечного света, Like a door that keeps revolving Дверь, открыв которую, In a half-forgotten dream Попадаешь в полузабытый сон, Like the ripples from a pebble Рябь на воде Someone tosses in a stream От нескольких брошенных камешков, Like a clock whose hands are sweeping Стрелки часов, которые сметают с лица земли прошлое, Past the minutes on it's face Минуту за минутой – And the world is like an apple Все это наш мир, который вертится, Whirling silently in space Словно яблоко, подброшенное вверх, Like the circles that you find Также как вертятся крылья In the windmills of your mind Мельниц твоей души. Keys that jingle in your pocket Ключи, звенящие в твоем кармане, Words that jangle in your head Слова, гремящие в твоих ушах: Why did summer go so quickly? «Почему так быстро закончилось лето?» - Was it something that I said? Неужели ты сам произнес их? Lovers walk along a shore Влюбленные гуляющие по берегу моря, And leave their footprints in the sand Чьи следы еще видны на песке. Was the sound of distant drumming Неужели этот барабанный бой – Just the fingers of your hand? Всего лишь стук твоих пальцев по столу? Pictures hanging in a hallway Картины, висящие в холле, Or the fragment of a song Обрывки песен, Half-remembered names and faces Полузабытые имена и лица – But to whom do they belong? Откуда все это? When you knew that it was over Когда ты понял, что все кончено, Were you suddenly aware Не заметил ли ты, That the autumn leaves were turning Что даже осенние листья To the colour of her hair? Напоминают тебе цвет ее волос. Like a circle in a spiral Еще один виток спирали, Like a wheel within a wheel Еще один поворот колеса, Never ending or beginning Бесконечно, непрестанно On an ever-spinning reel Раскручивающаяся катушка, As the images unwind Цепь бесконечно разворачивающихся видений – Like the circles that you find Все это не более чем обороты крыльев In the windmills of your mind Мельниц твоей души Смотрите также:
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Round,
turnover,
Like a circle in a spiral
Another turn of the helix ,
Like a wheel within a wheel
Another turn of the wheel ,
Never ending or beginning
Endlessly, ceaselessly
On an ever-spinning reel
Untwisting coil
Like a snowball down a mountain
Snowball, rushing from the mountain
Or a carnival balloon
Or balloon at the festival ,
Like a carousel that's turning
Carousel that whirls
Running rings around the moon
Day and night around the moon ,
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Clocks that sweep down from the face of the earth past,
Past the minutes on it's face
Minute by minute -
And the world is like an apple
All this is our world that revolves ,
Whirling silently in space
Like an apple thrown upwards ,
Like the circles that you find
As well as revolve wings
In the windmills of your mind
Mills of your soul .
Like a tunnel that you follow
Tunnel that you go ,
To a tunnel of it's own
To arrive at the same place from which emerged ,
Down a hollow to a cavern
The road leading down into the cave ,
Where the sun has never shone
Where never seen sunlight ,
Like a door that keeps revolving
Door opening which ,
In a half-forgotten dream
Get into a half-forgotten dream,
Like the ripples from a pebble
Ripples on the water
Someone tosses in a stream
From several abandoned stones,
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Clocks that sweep down from the face of the earth past,
Past the minutes on it's face
Minute by minute -
And the world is like an apple
All this is our world that revolves ,
Whirling silently in space
Like an apple thrown upwards ,
Like the circles that you find
As well as revolve wings
In the windmills of your mind
Mills of your soul .
Keys that jingle in your pocket
Keys jingling in your pocket ,
Words that jangle in your head
Words , thundering in your ears :
Why did summer go so quickly?
"Why so quickly ended in the summer ?" -
Was it something that I said?
Did you yourself said them ?
Lovers walk along a shore
Lovers walking along the seashore,
And leave their footprints in the sand
Whose traces are still visible in the sand .
Was the sound of distant drumming
Is this drumbeat -
Just the fingers of your hand?
Just the sound of your fingers on the table ?
Pictures hanging in a hallway
Paintings hanging in the lobby,
Or the fragment of a song
Snatches of song ,
Half-remembered names and faces
Half-forgotten names and faces -
But to whom do they belong?
Where did all this ?
When you knew that it was over
When did you realize that it's over ,
Were you suddenly aware
I did not notice whether you
That the autumn leaves were turning
That even the autumn leaves
To the colour of her hair?
Remind you the color of her hair.
Like a circle in a spiral
Another turn of the helix ,
Like a wheel within a wheel
Another turn of the wheel ,
Never ending or beginning
Endlessly, ceaselessly
On an ever-spinning reel
Untwisting coil
As the images unwind
Chain endlessly unfolding visions -
Like the circles that you find
All this is nothing more than a speed wing
In the windmills of your mind
Mills of your soul
