Laura Fygi (Лора Фиджи) - The Windmills Of Your Mind ("Les moulins de mon cœur") - OST «Афе́ра То́маса Кра́уна» - "The Thomas Crown Affair" 1968 год))... | Текст песни
The Windmills Of Your Mind ("Les moulins de mon cœur") - OST «Афе́ра То́маса Кра́уна» - "The Thomas Crown Affair" 1968 год))...
Лора Фиджи (нид. Laura Fygi; род. 27 августа 1955 года) — нидерландская певица.
From "The Thomas Crown Affair" movie soundtrack Words and music by Alan Bergman and Michel Jean Legrand
Round, like a circle in a spiral Like a wheel within a wheel. Never ending or beginning, On an ever spinning wheel Like a snowball down a mountain Or a carnaval balloon Like a carousell 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 Or 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 your head Why did summer go so quickly Was it something that I said Lovers walking allong the shore, Leave their footprints in the sand Was the sound of distant drumming Just the fingers of your hand
Pictures hanging in a hallway And a fragment of this 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 color of her hair
Like a circle in a spiral Like a wheel within a wheel Never ending or beginning, On an ever spinning wheel As the images unwind Like the circle that you find In the windmills of your mind
Pictures hanging in a hallway And the fragment of this 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 color of her hair
Like a circle in a spiral Like a wheel within a wheel Never ending or beginning, On an ever spinning wheel As the images unwind Like the circles that you find In the windmills of your mind