Sting - 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
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
Turnover
Another round of the spiral
Another turn of the wheel,
Infinitely, unceasing
Spinning coil,
Snowball, rushing from the mountain
Or balloon on holiday,
Carousel that spins
Day and night around the moon
Clock arrows that sweep the ground from the face
Minute a minute -
All this is our world that is spinning,
Like an apple, torn up,
Also how the wings are spinning
Mill of your soul.
Tunnel for which you go,
To come to the same place from which it came out,
The road leading down, in the cave,
Where is never visible sunlight,
Door opening which
Find a half-forgotten sleep
Ripple on water
From several abandoned pebbles,
Clock arrows that sweep the ground from the face
Minute a minute -
All this is our world that is spinning,
Like an apple, torn up,
Also how the wings are spinning
Mill of your soul.
Keys ringing in your pocket,
Words growing in your ears:
"Why was the summer so quickly?" -
Do you really uttered them?
Lovers walking along the seashore
Whose traces are still visible in the sand.
Is this drum fight -
Just a knock of your fingers on the table?
Pictures hanging in the lobby,
Scraps of songs
Semi-forgotten names and faces -
Where did it all?
When you realized that everything was over,
Did you notice,
What even autumn leaves
Remind you the color of her hair.
Another round of the spiral
Another turn of the wheel,
Infinitely, unceasing
Spinning coil,
Chain of infinitely unfolding visions -
All this is nothing more than the turnover of the wings.
Mill 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 The Belong?
WHEN YOU KNEW THAT IT WAS OVER
WERE YOU SUDDENLY AWARE
That The Autumn Leaves Were Turning
To the Color ofher 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
Another round of the spiral
Another turn of the wheel,
Infinitely, unceasing
Spinning coil,
Snowball, rushing from the mountain
Or balloon on holiday,
Carousel that spins
Day and night around the moon
Clock arrows that sweep the ground from the face
Minute a minute -
All this is our world that is spinning,
Like an apple, torn up,
Also how the wings are spinning
Mill of your soul.
Tunnel for which you go,
To come to the same place from which it came out,
The road leading down, in the cave,
Where is never visible sunlight,
Door opening which
Find a half-forgotten sleep
Ripple on water
From several abandoned pebbles,
Clock arrows that sweep the ground from the face
Minute a minute -
All this is our world that is spinning,
Like an apple, torn up,
Also how the wings are spinning
Mill of your soul.
Keys ringing in your pocket,
Words growing in your ears:
"Why was the summer so quickly?" -
Do you really uttered them?
Lovers walking along the seashore
Whose traces are still visible in the sand.
Is this drum fight -
Just a knock of your fingers on the table?
Pictures hanging in the lobby,
Scraps of songs
Semi-forgotten names and faces -
Where did it all?
When you realized that everything was over,
Did you notice,
What even autumn leaves
Remind you the color of her hair.
Another round of the spiral
Another turn of the wheel,
Infinitely, unceasing
Spinning coil,
Chain of infinitely unfolding visions -
All this is nothing more than the turnover of the wings.
Mill 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 The Belong?
WHEN YOU KNEW THAT IT WAS OVER
WERE YOU SUDDENLY AWARE
That The Autumn Leaves Were Turning
To the Color ofher 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
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