The Windmills of Your Mind
Предыдущий повтор
"Мельницы твоей души"
Песня, написанная Аланом и Мэрилин Бергман в сотрудничестве с Мишелем Леграном и исполненная Ноэлем Харрисоном в фильме «Афера Томаса Крауна». В 1968 году песня получила «Оскара» в категории «Лучшая песня» и «Золотой глобус» в аналогичной номинации.
И так далее.
Тут есть русский перевод
Понятно, что это музыка Мишеля Леграна.
Какая хорошая песня! А я ее не знал. Совсем не знал. Никогда не поздно...
Ноэл Харрисон
Дасти Спрингфилд
Барбара Стрейзанд
Петула Кларк
Эва Мендес
Стинг
Режин Веласкес и Мишель Легран
Тина Арена. По-французски частично
Шарлин Спайтери
https://youtu.be/H4kS9dDFwU8
Irini Kyriakidou
Round, like acircle 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
Легкая музыка
Мгновения классики
"Мельницы твоей души"
Песня, написанная Аланом и Мэрилин Бергман в сотрудничестве с Мишелем Леграном и исполненная Ноэлем Харрисоном в фильме «Афера Томаса Крауна». В 1968 году песня получила «Оскара» в категории «Лучшая песня» и «Золотой глобус» в аналогичной номинации.
И так далее.
Тут есть русский перевод
Понятно, что это музыка Мишеля Леграна.
Какая хорошая песня! А я ее не знал. Совсем не знал. Никогда не поздно...
Ноэл Харрисон
Click to viewДасти Спрингфилд
Барбара Стрейзанд
Петула Кларк
Эва Мендес
Стинг
Режин Веласкес и Мишель Легран
Тина Арена. По-французски частично
Шарлин Спайтери
https://youtu.be/H4kS9dDFwU8
Irini Kyriakidou
Round, like acircle 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
Легкая музыка
Мгновения классики