Les moulins de mon cœur [English translation]

Like a stone that is thrown

In the flowing waters of a stream,

Leaving as it sinks

Thousands of circles in the water,

Like a moon carousel

With its starry horses,

Like a Saturn ring,

A carnival balloon,

Like the round path

That the hours endlessly make,

The travel around the world

Of a sunflower within its petals,

You are spinning with your name

All the windmills of my heart.

Like a wool yarn is tangled

By the hands of a child,

Or like the words of a song

Echo on the harps of the wind,

Like a whirlwind of snow,

Like a seagull flight

Over the forests of Norway,

Over the white waves of the ocean,

Like the round path

That the hours endlessly make,

The travel around the world

Of a sunflower within its petals,

You are spinning with your name

All the windmills of my heart.

On that day near the river

God knows what you told me,

But the summer ended,

The bird fell from its nest

And now on the sand

Our footsteps fade already,

And I am sitting alone at the table

That echoes under my fingers,

Like a tambourine crying

Under the drops of rain,

Like the songs that die

The moment they are forgotten

And the autumn leaves

Meet skies not as blue

And your absence gives them

The color of your hair.

A stone that’s thrown

In the flowing waters of a stream,

Leaving as it sinks

Thousands of circles in the water

Under the wind of each passing season

You are spinning with your name

All the windmills of my heart.

• Artist:Michel Legrand
• Album:Les moulins de mon cœur (1968)