Минусовка «Sting – The Windmills Of Your Mind 3».

 

Round like circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever — spinning reel

Like snowball down mountain
Or carnival balloon
Like carousel that’s burning
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 a circle that you find
In the Windmills of your mind

Like tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of its own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like door that keeps revolving
In a half-forgotten dream
Are the ripples from the pebble
Someone tosses in a stream

Keys that jingle in your pocket
World that jangle in your head
Why does summer go so quickly
Was it something what you said
Livers walk along the shore
And view their footprint in the sand
There’s the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand

Pictures hanging in your hallway
And the fragments of this song
Half-remembered names and faces
But to whom does they belong
When you knew that it was over
Where suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair.

Like circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever — spinning reel
As the images unwind
Like a circle that you find
In the Windmills of your mind

Pictures hanging in your hallway
And the fragments of this song
Half-remembered names and faces
But to whom does they belong
When you knew that it was over
Where suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair.

Like circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever — spinning reel

As the images unwind
Like a circle that you find
In the Windmills of your mind