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THE WINDMILLS OF YOUR MIND

Chanson extraite de la bande originale du film L'Affaire Thomas Crown, inspirée de l'Andante de la Symphonie pour violon et alto K 364 de Mozart. Adaptation française: "les moulins de mon coeur" par le compositeur (1969)
Paroles :Alan et Marilyn Bergman
Musique :Michel Legrand
Tonalité :
  • B
  • C
  • D♭
  • D
  • E♭
  • E
  • F
  • G♭
  • G
  • A♭
  • A
  • B♭
  • B
Voir version française par Frida Boccara:
 
http://www.boiteachansons.net/Partitions/Frida-Boccara/Les-moulins-de-mon-coeur.php
 
 
Intro:   
 
 
Like a circle in a s  piral, like a wheel within a w  heel,
Never ending or beg  inning on an ever spinning r  eel,
Like a snowball down a m  ountain or a carnival ball  oon
Like a carousel that's t  urning running rings around the m  oon,
Like a clock whose hands are s  weeping past the minutes of its f  ace,
And the world is like an a  pple whirling silently in s  pace,
Like the circles that you f  ind in the windmills of your m  ind.
 
 
 
Like a tunnel that you f  ollow to a tunnel of its o  wn,
Down a hollow to a c  avern where the sun has never s  hone,
Like a door that keeps rev  olving in a half-forgotten d  ream,
Or the ripples from a p  ebble someone tosses in a s  tream,
Like a clock whose hands are s  weeping past the minutes of its f  ace,
And the world is like an a  pple whirling silently in s  pace,
Like the circles that you f  ind in the windmills of your m  ind.
 
Keys that jingle in your p  ocket, words that jangle in your h  ead;
Why did summer go so q  uickly? Was it something that you s  aid?
Lovers walk along a s  hore and leave their footprints in the s  and;
Is the sound of distant d  rumming just the fingers of your h  and?
Pictures hanging in a h  allway and the fragments of a s  ong,
Half-remembered names and f  aces, but to whom do they bel  ong?
When you knew that it was o  ver, were you suddenly aw  are
That the autumn leaves were t  urning to the color of her h  air?
 
Like a circle in a s  piral, like a wheel within a w  heel,
Never ending or beg  inning on an ever spinning r  eel,
As the images unw  ind, like the circles that you f  ind
In the windmills of your m  ind.   
 
            (Ad libitum)
 

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