Lyrics Грегори Лемаршаль - Мельница моего сердца

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Like a stone that's thrown
In the stormy water of the stream,
And which leaves
Thousands of circles in the water
Like the whirling of the moon
With star hair
Like the ring of Saturn
Like a balloon at a carnival
As a round dance,
What endlessly lead the clock
As a round-the-world trip
Sunflower in his flower
You make your name turn
All the mills of my heart

Like a ball of wool
In the hands of a child
Or as the words of the chorus
Played by harps wind
Like a snow whirlwind
Like the flight of seagulls
Over the Norwegian forests
Over the crests of ocean waves
As a round dance,
What endlessly lead the clock
As a round-the-world trip
Sunflower in his flower
You make your name turn
All the mills of my heart

That day near the spring
One god knows what you told me
But the summer finishes its run
The bird fell out of its nest
And now on the sand
We erase our tracks
And I'm alone at the table,
What sounds under my fingers
Like a drum, crying
Under the drops of rain,
As the songs that die,
Once they were forgotten
And the autumn leaves
Meet less blue skies
And your absence gives them
The color of your hair

Like a stone that's thrown
In the stormy water of the stream,
And which leaves
Thousands of circles in the water
In the wind of the four seasons
You make your name turn
All the mills of my heart