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Laura Fygi - The Windmills Of Your Mind (из к/ф "Афёра Томаса Крауна) | Текст песни и Перевод на русский

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
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mindLike 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
Like 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
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mindKeys 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

Как витки спиральных кружев
Ниоткуда никуда,
В голове упрямо кружит
Глупых мыслей чехарда ―
Без истоков и без цели
Хоровод пустых идей,
Как верченье карусели
И мелькание огней.
Стрелки, словно мельниц крылья
Полируют циферблат,
Задыхаясь от бессилья,
Но часы… часы стоят!
Словно мелют ветряки
У извилин завитки.

Мысли ― утлые лодчонки,
Не укрытые в порту,
Вовлечённые в воронки,
Как над сливом в пустоту…
Хоровод фантазий смутных,
Как в тайфуне корабли,
Но качаются уютно
Хлопья пены на мели.
И ужимками паяца
Бьётся маятник не в лад:
Дрожь и спазмы фибрилляций,
Но часы… часы стоят!
Словно мелют жернова
Непрочтённые слова!

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