Windmills of Your Mind متن آهنگ خارجی فارهاد مهراد (Farhad Mehrad)

Round like a circle in a spiral

Like a wheel within a wheel

Never ending on beginning

On an ever-spinning wheel

Like a snowball down a mountain

Or a carnival balloon

Like a carousel that's turning

Running rings around the moon

Like a clock, hands that are sweeping

Past the minutes on 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 the hollow to a cavern

That 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, hands that are sweeping

Past the minutes on 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

Taste the jingle in your pocket

Words that jangle in your head

Why did summer go so quickly?

Was there something that you said?

Lovers walk along a shore

Leave their footprints on the sand

Is the sound of distant drumming

Just the fingers of your hand?

Is just hanging in a hallway

On the fragment of a song

Half-remembered names and faces

But to whom do they belong?

When you knew that it was over

You were suddenly aware

That the autumn leaves are turning

To the colour of her hair?

Taste the jingle in your pocket

Words that jangle in your head

Why did summer go so quickly?

Was there something that you said?

Lovers walk along a shore

Leave their footprints on the sand

Is the sound of distant drumming

Just the fingers of your hand?

Is just hanging in a hallway

On the fragment of a song

Half-remembered names and faces

But to whom do they belong?

When you knew that it was over

You were suddenly aware

That the autumn leaves are 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 wheel

Like the circles that you find

In the windmills of your mind