歌曲 | Windmills of Your Mind |
歌手 | Maurice André |
专辑 | Les 100 chefs-d'oeuvre de la trompette |
Windmills of your mind | |
Dusty Springfield | |
文质斌斌制作 | |
ROUND LIKE A CIRCLE IN A SPIRAL | |
LIKE A WHEEL WITHIN A WHEEL | |
NEVER ENDING OR BEGINNING | |
ON AN EVER SPINNING REEL | |
LIKE A SNOWBALL DOWN A MOUNTAIN, | |
OR A CARNIVAL BALOON | |
LIKE A CAROUSEL THAT'S TURNING, | |
RUNNING RINGS AROUND THE MOON | |
LIKE A CLOCK WHOSE HANDS ARE SWEEPING, | |
PAST THE MINUTES OF IT'S FACE | |
AND THE WORLD IS LIKE AN APPLE, | |
WHIRLING SILENTLY IN SPACE | |
LIKE THE CIRCLES THAT YOU FIND, | |
IN THE WINDMILLS OF YOUR MIND. | |
TO A TUNNEL OF ITS OWN. | |
DOWN A HOLLOW TO A CAVERN | |
WHERE THE SUN HAS NEVER SHONE | |
LIKE A DOOR THAT KEEPS REVOLVING | |
IN A HALF FORGOOTEN DREAM | |
OR THE RIPPLE FROM THE PEBBLE | |
SOMEONE TOSSES IN A STREAM | |
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 THE CIRCLES THAT YOU FIND, | |
IN THE WINDMILLS OF YOUR MIND. | |
KEYS THAT JUNGLE IN YOUR ROCKET, | |
WORDS THAT JANGLE IN YOUR HEAD. | |
WHY DID SUMMER GO SO QUICKLY? | |
WAS IT SOMETHING THAT YOU SAID? | |
LOVERS WALK ALONG THE SHORE, | |
AND LEAVE THEIR FOOT PRINTS IN THE SAND. | |
IS THE SOUND OF DISTANT DRUMMING, | |
JUST THE FINGERS OF YOUR HAND? | |
PICTURES HANGING IN A HALLWAY, | |
AND THE FRAGMENT OF A SONG | |
HALF REMEMBERED NAMES AND FACES, | |
BUT TO WHOM DO THEY BELONG? | |
WHEN YOU KNEW THAT IS WAS OVER, | |
YOU WERE SUDDENLY AWARE | |
THAT THE AUTUMN LEAVES WERE TURNING | |
TO THE COLOUR OF HIS HAIR. | |
ROUND LIKE A CIRCLE IN A SPIRAL | |
LIKE A WHEEL WITHIN A WHEEL | |
NEVER ENDING OR BEGINNING | |
ON AN EVER SPINNING REEL | |
AS THE IMAGES UNWIND, | |
LIKE THE CIRCLES THAT YOU FIND, | |
IN THE WINDMILLS OF YOUR MIND. | |
music ^_^ | |
斌斌有礼呈现 |
Windmills of your mind | |
Dusty Springfield | |
wén zhì bīn bīn zhì zuò | |
ROUND LIKE A CIRCLE IN A SPIRAL | |
LIKE A WHEEL WITHIN A WHEEL | |
NEVER ENDING OR BEGINNING | |
ON AN EVER SPINNING REEL | |
LIKE A SNOWBALL DOWN A MOUNTAIN, | |
OR A CARNIVAL BALOON | |
LIKE A CAROUSEL THAT' S TURNING, | |
RUNNING RINGS AROUND THE MOON | |
LIKE A CLOCK WHOSE HANDS ARE SWEEPING, | |
PAST THE MINUTES OF IT' S FACE | |
AND THE WORLD IS LIKE AN APPLE, | |
WHIRLING SILENTLY IN SPACE | |
LIKE THE CIRCLES THAT YOU FIND, | |
IN THE WINDMILLS OF YOUR MIND. | |
TO A TUNNEL OF ITS OWN. | |
DOWN A HOLLOW TO A CAVERN | |
WHERE THE SUN HAS NEVER SHONE | |
LIKE A DOOR THAT KEEPS REVOLVING | |
IN A HALF FORGOOTEN DREAM | |
OR THE RIPPLE FROM THE PEBBLE | |
SOMEONE TOSSES IN A STREAM | |
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 THE CIRCLES THAT YOU FIND, | |
IN THE WINDMILLS OF YOUR MIND. | |
KEYS THAT JUNGLE IN YOUR ROCKET, | |
WORDS THAT JANGLE IN YOUR HEAD. | |
WHY DID SUMMER GO SO QUICKLY? | |
WAS IT SOMETHING THAT YOU SAID? | |
LOVERS WALK ALONG THE SHORE, | |
AND LEAVE THEIR FOOT PRINTS IN THE SAND. | |
IS THE SOUND OF DISTANT DRUMMING, | |
JUST THE FINGERS OF YOUR HAND? | |
PICTURES HANGING IN A HALLWAY, | |
AND THE FRAGMENT OF A SONG | |
HALF REMEMBERED NAMES AND FACES, | |
BUT TO WHOM DO THEY BELONG? | |
WHEN YOU KNEW THAT IS WAS OVER, | |
YOU WERE SUDDENLY AWARE | |
THAT THE AUTUMN LEAVES WERE TURNING | |
TO THE COLOUR OF HIS HAIR. | |
ROUND LIKE A CIRCLE IN A SPIRAL | |
LIKE A WHEEL WITHIN A WHEEL | |
NEVER ENDING OR BEGINNING | |
ON AN EVER SPINNING REEL | |
AS THE IMAGES UNWIND, | |
LIKE THE CIRCLES THAT YOU FIND, | |
IN THE WINDMILLS OF YOUR MIND. | |
music _ | |
bīn bīn yǒu lǐ chéng xiàn |