Piano: PABLO ROJAS Violin: VALBONA NAKU This is my dedication for my friend the great Master MAESTRO MARCO AURÉLIO XAVIER from Brazil. He is the choirmaster of the wonderful girls choir "MENINAS CANTORAS DE PETRÓPOLIS" On YT mcpetrópolis channel. With this dedication, I want to express my admiration and gratitude for the magnificent music he makes.
For you dear Maestro Marco Aurélio Xavier
With Love
Piano: PABLO ROJAS Violin: VALBONA NAKU
"Les Moulins de mon Coeur", The Windmills of Your Mind is a song with music by MICHEL LEGRAND and Lyrics by Alan Bergmann and Marylin Bergmann. It is the music of the film "The Thomas Crown Affair" 1968. Performed by Noel Harrison, it won the Academy Award for Best Original song 1969.
Concert "La Chanson" in "Wiener Konzerthaus" March 13th presented by Amiri.
Round, like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel.
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnaval balloon
Like a carousell that's turning
Running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on 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
Like a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of it's own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream.
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on 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
Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle your head
Why did summer go so quickly
Was it something that I said
Lovers walking allong the shore,
Leave their footprints in the sand
Was the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand
Pictures hanging in a hallway
And a fragment of this song
Half remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
As the images unwind
Like the circle that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Pictures hanging in a hallway
And the fragment of this song
Half remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
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