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Крыльев кружева мельниц твоего ума
Круг, как оборот спирали, в колесе как колесо,
Без конца и без начала, вихря вечное кольцо,
Как снежок с вершины горной или шарик надувной
Словно карусель, что кружит бесконечный вальс с луной,
Как с лица часов минуты стрелки сводят по пути,
И мир яблоком болтаясь молча в космосе летит,
Словно крыльев кружева мельниц твоего ума
Как тунель тебя приводит лишь в тунель сам по себе,
Вниз в пещеру, где исчезнут лучи солнца в темноте,
Словно дверь стоит вращаясь в полу-позабытом сне,
Или волн круги от камня пустил кто-то по воде,
Как с лица часов минуты стрелки сводят по пути,
И мир яблоком болтаясь молча в космосе летит,
Словно крыльев кружева мельниц твоего ума
Звон ключей в твоем кармане, в голове звучанье слов;
Что ж так быстро скрылось лето? Что я был сказать готов?
След вдоль берега влюбленных - отпечатки на песке;
Дальний рокот барабанов - дробь от пальцев на руке?
Ряд рисунков в коридоре и из песни кучи строк,
Лиц, имен почти не вспомнить, да и есть ли в этом прок?
В миг, когда все завершилось, как в тебе отозвалось
То, что осень красит листья в яркий цвет её волос?
Словно оборот спирали, в колесе как колесо,
Без конца и без начала, вихря вечное кольцо,
Как картинок кутерьма, словно крыльев кружева
Мельниц твоего ума.
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 of its 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 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,
Or the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream,
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its 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;
Is the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging in a hallway and the fragments 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 color 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.
Круг, как оборот спирали, в колесе как колесо,
Без конца и без начала, вихря вечное кольцо,
Как снежок с вершины горной или шарик надувной
Словно карусель, что кружит бесконечный вальс с луной,
Как с лица часов минуты стрелки сводят по пути,
И мир яблоком болтаясь молча в космосе летит,
Словно крыльев кружева мельниц твоего ума
Как тунель тебя приводит лишь в тунель сам по себе,
Вниз в пещеру, где исчезнут лучи солнца в темноте,
Словно дверь стоит вращаясь в полу-позабытом сне,
Или волн круги от камня пустил кто-то по воде,
Как с лица часов минуты стрелки сводят по пути,
И мир яблоком болтаясь молча в космосе летит,
Словно крыльев кружева мельниц твоего ума
Звон ключей в твоем кармане, в голове звучанье слов;
Что ж так быстро скрылось лето? Что я был сказать готов?
След вдоль берега влюбленных - отпечатки на песке;
Дальний рокот барабанов - дробь от пальцев на руке?
Ряд рисунков в коридоре и из песни кучи строк,
Лиц, имен почти не вспомнить, да и есть ли в этом прок?
В миг, когда все завершилось, как в тебе отозвалось
То, что осень красит листья в яркий цвет её волос?
Словно оборот спирали, в колесе как колесо,
Без конца и без начала, вихря вечное кольцо,
Как картинок кутерьма, словно крыльев кружева
Мельниц твоего ума.
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 of its 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 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,
Or the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream,
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its 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;
Is the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging in a hallway and the fragments 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 color 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.
Wings lace mills of your mind
Circle, like a spiral turnover, in the wheel like a wheel,
Without end and without start, the vortex is an eternal ring,
Like a snowball from the top of a mountain or ball inflatable
Like a carousel that the endless waltz is spinning with the moon,
How from face clock minutes arrows ride along the way,
And the world of apple hanging silently in space flies,
Like wings Lace mills of your mind
How the tunnel brings you only to the tunnel itself,
Down to the cave where the rays of the sun in the dark will disappear
Like the door is running around in the half-forgetful dream,
Or waves circles from stone let someone on the water,
How from face clock minutes arrows ride along the way,
And the world of apple hanging silently in space flies,
Like wings Lace mills of your mind
Ringing keys in your pocket, in the head of the word sounds;
Why did the summer hide so quickly? What was I ready?
Trail along the shore of lovers - imprints on the sand;
Far racks drums - fraction from fingers on hand?
A series of drawings in the corridor and from the song Heap of rows,
Persons, names almost do not remember, and whether it is in this?
In a moment, when everything ended, as you withdrawn
What autumn colors leaves in the bright color of her hair?
Like a spiral turnover, in the wheel like a wheel,
Without end and without start, the vortex is an eternal ring,
Like pictures of the cattle, like wings lace
Melnitsa your mind.
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 of Its 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 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,
Or The Ripples From A Pebble Someone Tosses in A Stream
Like A Clock Whose Hands Are Sweeping Past the Minutes of Its 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;
Is the Sound of Distant Drumming Just The Fingers of Your Hand?
Pictures Hanging In A Hallway and The Fragments 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 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 Circles That You Find
In The Windmills of Your Mind.
Circle, like a spiral turnover, in the wheel like a wheel,
Without end and without start, the vortex is an eternal ring,
Like a snowball from the top of a mountain or ball inflatable
Like a carousel that the endless waltz is spinning with the moon,
How from face clock minutes arrows ride along the way,
And the world of apple hanging silently in space flies,
Like wings Lace mills of your mind
How the tunnel brings you only to the tunnel itself,
Down to the cave where the rays of the sun in the dark will disappear
Like the door is running around in the half-forgetful dream,
Or waves circles from stone let someone on the water,
How from face clock minutes arrows ride along the way,
And the world of apple hanging silently in space flies,
Like wings Lace mills of your mind
Ringing keys in your pocket, in the head of the word sounds;
Why did the summer hide so quickly? What was I ready?
Trail along the shore of lovers - imprints on the sand;
Far racks drums - fraction from fingers on hand?
A series of drawings in the corridor and from the song Heap of rows,
Persons, names almost do not remember, and whether it is in this?
In a moment, when everything ended, as you withdrawn
What autumn colors leaves in the bright color of her hair?
Like a spiral turnover, in the wheel like a wheel,
Without end and without start, the vortex is an eternal ring,
Like pictures of the cattle, like wings lace
Melnitsa your mind.
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 of Its 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 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,
Or The Ripples From A Pebble Someone Tosses in A Stream
Like A Clock Whose Hands Are Sweeping Past the Minutes of Its 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;
Is the Sound of Distant Drumming Just The Fingers of Your Hand?
Pictures Hanging In A Hallway and The Fragments 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 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 Circles That You Find
In The Windmills of Your Mind.