Les Moulins de Mon Coeur

Like a stone that is thrown
Into the rushing water of a stream
And that leaves behind it
Thousands of circles in the water
Like a moon carousel
With its horses made of stars
Like a Saturn ring
A carnival balloon
Like the round path
That the hours constantly make
The journey around the world
Of a sunflower in its bloom
You make all the windmills of my heart turn with your name

Like a skein of wool
In a child's hands
Or the words of a refrain
Caught in the harps of the wind
Like a whirlwind of snow
Like a flock of seagulls
Over forests of Norway
Over ocean sheep
Like the round path
That the hours constantly make
The journey around the world
Of a sunflower in its bloom
You make all the windmills of my heart turn 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 steps are already fading
And I am alone at the table
That resonates under my fingers
Like a tambourine crying
Under the raindrops
Like the songs that die
As soon as they are forgotten
And the autumn leaves
Meet skies less blue
And your absence gives them
The color of your hair

A stone that is thrown
Into the rushing water of a stream
And that leaves behind it
Thousands of circles in the water
In the wind of the four seasons
You make all the windmills of my heart turn with your name