Les Moulins de Mon Coeur

Like a stone thrown into the rushing water of a stream
Leaving behind thousands of circles in the water
Like a moon carousel with its starry horses
Like a Saturn ring, a carnival balloon
Like the constant patrol path the hours take
The journey around the world of a sunflower in bloom
You make all the windmills of my heart spin with your name.

Like a tangle of yarn in a child's hands
Or the words of a tune caught in the harps of the wind
Like a snow whirlwind, like a flock of seagulls
Over Norwegian forests, over ocean sheep
Like the constant patrol path the hours take
The journey around the world of a sunflower in bloom
You make all the windmills of my heart spin with your name.

That day near the source, God knows what you told me
But summer finishes its race, the bird fell from its nest
And now on the sand, our footsteps are already fading
And I am alone at the table resonating under my fingers
Like a tambourine crying under the raindrops
Like songs that die as soon as they are forgotten
And the autumn leaves meet less blue skies
And your absence gives them the color of your hair.

Like a stone thrown into the rushing water of a stream
Leaving behind thousands of circles in the water
With the winds of the four seasons, you make all the windmills of my heart spin with your name.